Peep in the basket, What do you see? Five little kittens And one is for me! Five little kittens Which one shall I choose? The grey one that's purring? The white one that mews? The all-over black one, The black with white paws, The tigery-striped one? I can't choose because Each one, when I pet it, Seems surely the best. So - could you keep the basket And give me the rest? My Mother My mother is great Gentle and kind She often scolds me But I don't mind.

Telling me things About this and that Teaching me things Like not to chat. My mother is always Telling me to be good Like the gentle way A young boy should.