Two little kitties Wandered away Into the prairie One summer day. One on two feet, Rosy and fair, Almost a baby,— "Golden Hair."
Four feet,—useless, Eyes fast closed, Borne in a basket The other dozed. Searching in terror Far and wide, "Golden Hair's" mother Moaned and cried.
Mother Puss calmly Following slow, Listening,—calling Meoh!—Meoh!— Mother Puss found them, A little heap, Down in the deep grass Fast asleep.