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I always shall eat you!
It’s hard thus to treat you,
But when I am hungry—it’s harder!

“So now we’ll adjourn
All remarks, and return
Our attention to lunch for a minute;”
But wise Mother Hubbard
Reached down from her cupboard
A muzzle, and popped his head in it!

— Flora Klickmann (Windsor Magazine, 1900)

The Thankful Mouse

It was a hungry pussy cat
Upon Thanksgiving morn,
And she watched a thankful little mouse
That ate an ear of corn.

“If I eat that thankful little mouse,
How thankful he should be,
When he has made a meal himself,
To make a meal for me!
“Then, with thanks for having fed
And his thanks for feeding me—
With all his thankfulness inside—
How thankful I should be!”
Thus “mewsed” the hungry pussy cat
Upon Thanksgiving Day.
But the little mouse had overheard,
And declined (with thanks) to stay.
—(Harper’s Young People)

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