WHAT did she see–oh, what did she see,
As she stood leaning against the tree?
Why all the Cats had come to tea.
What a fine turn out–from round about,
All the houses had let them out,
And here they were with scamper and shout.
"Mew–mew–mew!" was all they could say,
And, "We hope we find you well to-day."
Oh, what should she do–oh, what should she do?
What a lot of milk they would get through;
For here they were with "Mew–mew–mew!"
She didn't know–oh, she didn't know,
If bread and butter they'd like or no;
They might want little mice, oh! oh! oh!
Dear me–oh, dear me,
All the cats had come to tea.
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Lovely poem. I know Kate Greenaway as an illustrator. Didn't realize she wrote poetry.
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