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“Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where do you go?”
“To London, to visit the palace, you know.”
“Pussy-cat Mew, wily you come back again?”
“Oh, yes! I ‘ll scamper with might and with main!”

Pussy-cat Mew set off on her way,
Stepping quite softly and feeling quite gay.
Smooth was the road, so she traveled at ease,
Warmed by the sunshine and fanned by the breeze.

Over the hills to the valleys below,
Through the deep woods where the soft mosses grow,
Skirting the fields, with buttercups dotted,
Swiftly our venturesome Pussy-cat trotted.

Sharp watch she kept when a village she neared,
For boys and their mischief our Pussy-cat feared!
Often she crept through the grasses so deep
To pass by a dog that was lying asleep.

Once, as she walked through a sweet-clover field,
Something beside her affrightedly squealed,
And swift from her path there darted away
A tiny field-mouse, with a coat of soft gray.

“Nowhere,” thought our Pussy, “is chance for a dinner;
The one that runs fastest must surely be winner!”
So quickly she started the mouse to give chase,
And over the clover they ran a great race.

But just when it seemed that Pussy would win,
The mouse spied a hole and quickly popped in;
And so he escaped, for the hole was so small
That Pussy-cat could n’t squeeze in it at all.

So, softly she crouched, and with eyes big and round
Quite steadily watched that small hole in the ground
“This mouse really thinks he ‘s escaped me,” she said,
“But I ‘ll catch him sure if he sticks out his head!”

But while she was watching the poor mouse’s plight,
A deep growl behind made her jump with affright;
She gave a great cry, and then started to run
As swift as a bullet that ‘s shot from a gun!

“Meow! Oh, meow “our poor Puss did say;
“Bow-wow!” cried the dog, who was not far away.
O’er meadows and ditches they scampered apace,
O’er fences and hedges they kept up the race!

Then Pussy-cat Mew saw before her a tree,
And knew that a safe place of refuge ‘t would be;
So far up the tree with a bound she did go,
And left the big dog to growl down below.

But now, by good fortune, a man came that way,
And called to the dog, who was forced to obey;
But Puss did not come down the tree till she knew
That the man and the dog were far out of view.

Pursuing her way, at nightfall she came
To London, a town you know well by name;
And wandering ’round in byway and street,
A strange Pussy-cat she happened to meet.

“Good evening,” said Pussy-cat Mew. “Can you tell
In which of these houses the Queen may now dwell?
I ‘m a stranger in town, and I ‘m anxious to see
What sort of a person a real Queen may be.”

“My friend,” said the other, “you really must know
It is n’t permitted that strangers should go
Inside of the palace, unless they ‘re invited,
And stray Pussy-cats are apt to be slighted.

“By good luck, however, I ‘m quite well aware
Of a way to the palace by means of a stair
That never is guarded; so just come with me,
And a glimpse of the Queen you shall certainly see.”

Puss thanked her new friend, and together they stole
To the back of the palace, and crept through a hole
In the fence, and quietly came to the stair
Which the stranger Pussy-cat promised was there.

“Now here I must leave you,” the strange Pussy said,
“So do n’t be ‘fraid-cat, but go straight ahead,
And do n’t be alarmed if by chance you are seen,
For people will think you belong to the Queen.”