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Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry:
"O mother dear,
We fear, we fear,
That we have lost our mittens."

What?  Lost your mittens!
You naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.
"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
No, you shall have not pie. 

Three little kittens, they found their mittens,
And they began to cry:
"O mother dear,
See here, see here!
See! we have found our mittens."

Put on your mittens
You silly kittens,
And you may have some pie.
"Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,"
O let us have the pie.

The three little kittens put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the pie;
"O mother dear,
We greatly fear,
Our mittens we have soiled."

What?  Soiled your mittens!
You naughty kittens!
Then they began to sigh,
"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."

The three little kittens, they washed their mittens,
And hung them out to dry;
"O mother dear,
Do you not hear,
That we have washed our mittens?"

What? Washed your mittens!
Oh, you're good kittens.
But I smell a mouse close by;
Hush! hush! "Mee-ow, mee-ow.
We smell a mouse close by,

"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."

Mitten Paper Craft

February Twilight poem  by Sara Teasdale