â€œTommy, my son,â€ said the old tabby cat,
â€œGo catch us some mice, and be sure that theyâ€™re fat.
Thereâ€™s one family lives in the carpenterâ€™s barn;
Theyâ€™ve made them a nest of the old ladyâ€™s yarn.
But the carpenter has a young cat of his own
That is healthy and proud and almost full grown,
And consider it, son, an eternal disgrace
To come home at night with a scratch on your face.â€