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My Papa knows you and he says you're a man who makes reading for	A
books	B
But I never read nothing you wrote nor did Papa I know by his	C
looks	B
So I guess you're like me when I talk and I talk and I talk all	D
the day	E
And they only say Do stop that child or Nurse take Miss Edith	F
away	E
	-
But Papa said if I was good I could ask you alone by myself	G
If you wouldn't write me a book like that little one up on the shelf	G
I don't mean the pictures of course for to make THEM you've got to	H
be smart	I
But the reading that runs all around them you know just the	J
easiest part	I
	-
You needn't mind what it's about for no one will see it but me	K
And Jane that's my nurse and John he's the coachman just	L
only us three	K
You're to write of a bad little girl that was wicked and bold and	M
all that	N
And then you're to write if you please something good very good	O
of a cat	N
	-
This cat she was virtuous and meek and kind to her parents and	M
mild	P
And careful and neat in her ways though her mistress was such a bad	Q
child	P
And hours she would sit and would gaze when her mistress that's me	K
was so bad	Q
And blink just as if she would say Oh Edith you make my heart	I
sad	Q
	-
And yet you would scarcely believe it that beautiful angelic cat	N
Was blamed by the servants for stealing whatever they said she'd	R
get at	N
And when John drank my milk don't you tell me I know just the	J
way it was done	S
They said 'twas the cat and she sitting and washing her face in	T
the sun	S
	-
And then there was Dick my canary When I left its cage open one	S
day	E
They all made believe that she ate it though I know that the bird	U
flew away	E
And why Just because she was playing with a feather she found on	V
the floor	A
As if cats couldn't play with a feather without people thinking	W
'twas more	A
	-
Why once we were romping together when I knocked down a vase from	X
the shelf	G
That cat was as grieved and distressed as if she had done it herself	G
And she walked away sadly and hid herself and never came out until	Y
tea	K
So they say for they sent ME to bed and she never came even to me	K
	-
No matter whatever happened it was laid at the door of that cat	N
Why once when I tore my apron she was wrapped in it and I called	Z
Rat	N
Why they blamed that on HER I shall never no not to my dying	W
day	E
Forget the pained look that she gave me when they slapped ME and	M
took me away	E
	-
Of course you know just what comes next when a child is as lovely	K
as that	N
She wasted quite slowly away it was goodness was killing that cat	N
I know it was nothing she ate for her taste was exceedingly nice	A2
But they said she stole Bobby's ice cream and caught a bad cold	B2
from the ice	A2
	-
And you'll promise to make me a book like that little one up on the	J
shelf	G
And you'll call her Naomi because it's a name that she just gave	C2
herself	G
For she'd scratch at my door in the morning and whenever I'd call	D
out Who's there	D2
She would answer Naomi Naomi like a Christian I vow and declare	D2
	-
And you'll put me and her in a book And mind you're to say I was	E2
bad	Q
And I might have been badder than that but for the example I had	Q
And you'll say that she was a Maltese and what's that you asked	F2
Is she dead	G2
Why please sir THERE AIN'T ANY CAT You're to make one up out of	H2
your head	G2

Bret Harte

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