THE CAT= 



Mere Michel 



Mere Michel is calling, calling, from her window 



high, 

 " My pussy cat is lost or stolen ; find him, passers-by." 

 Papa Lustucru is walking, walking far below; 

 " Your pussy cat was never lost, and this is all I 



know." 



Mere Michel is weeping, weeping, by her window 



pane; 

 " Papa Lustucru, I pray you bring him home again." 

 Papa Lustucru is shaking, shaking hard his head; 

 " You must give a recompense ; " and this is all he said. 



Mere Michel is smiling, smiling ; — " You shall have a 



kiss. 

 Bring me back my pussy cat, and I'll not grudge you 



this." 

 Papa Lustucru is hastening, hastening fast away; 

 " Your cat was for a rabbit sold, and this is market 



day." 



French Nursery Rhyme. 



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