Prit Prat

Prit, prat, prit, prat. Here comes the kitty cat.

First, she peers around the chair,

Not to seem that she is there.

Then she prances to the carpet

Where she coyly cleans her paw.

But up she pops as I approach

And dashes madly down the hall.

Looking back across her shoulder,

She quietly ducks beneath the bed.

As I enter the room to get my slippers,

Out thrusts a paw to touch my toe.

I’m It! I know, as the paw withdraws,

And fast as a panther, she’s back down the hall.

Prit, prat, prit, prat. There goes the kitty cat.