In Youngsterland : fourteen jolly rhymes, set to pretty tunes

You thin giraffe, if I were you, 
I'd have a hard time. I 'spec'; 
For nursie would make a great to-do 
A-washin' my face and neck
But when the jam and the cookie-jar
Are hid on the highest shelf.
I wisht I was as tall as you creatures are
Instead of my tiny self.

I took our little kitty-cat 
And put him in a cage 
Along with our canary 
Who is jus' about his age. 
An' when I came back later, 
Why, the kitty-cat he lay 
Asleepin' jus' so peaceful, 
And the bird had flew'd away!