BY JAY WELLER
I CALL HER MISSUS BITTENS
FEET LIKE FURRY MITTENS
LOTS OF LITTLE KITTENS
IN A SPLENDID CARDBOARD BOX
THERE GLIDES MISSUS BITTENS
SHE SLINKS ALONG THE REEDS
FOLLOWS THE ONE CREED
HAMMERED IN THE BREED
HERE COMES MISSUS BITTENS
I REALLY AM QUITE SMITTEN
SHE HAS FUR LIKE VELVET SHEEN
AND FEET LIKE LITTLE SOCKS
THERE GOES MISSUS BITTENS
BACK TO SEE HER KITTENS
IN THE SPLENDID CARDBOARD BOX
HID AMONG THE ROCKS