ES, she has grown old,
And has caught a bad cold,
Only bread and milk she touches,
Except a little gruel, but she burns a greatdeal of fuel, and you may count,One, Two, Three, a great many times,while she hobbles across the room on hercrutches.
NOW many Lives has the Cat got?
Is it true then, as they said,
That poor old Puss is dead,
So many lives as she’d got?... more...