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O Ned! the sun

Is in the sky,

And you in bed —

O fie! O fie!

Get up, get up,

And go and run

Out in the air,

For it is fun.

Sit in my lap,

As you may do,

So I can tie

The bow for you.

Now get the cap,

The new red top,

And let us go

To see old Mop,

My old pet cat,

Who has one eye —

For one is out,

Let me say why.

One day a dog,

A bad old cur,

Did fly at Mop,

He bit her fur.

He bit her ear;

How she did mew!

And all her leg,

He bit it too.

He dug his paw

Way in her eye,

And put it out,

And she did cry.

"Oh! mew, mew, mew!

Fit! fit! ee! eeeee!

My eye is out!

I can not see!

"And I may die;

Say, can it be?"

And up she got

To mew to me.

Oh! I was mad,

And I was sad,

For my pet cat

Was bit so bad.

But off I ran,

And in a bag,

Of old and new,

I got a rag:

And I did say:

"Let me, I beg,

Tie the old rag

On the bad leg."

My old pet cat

So sad did lie,

And I did say:

"Oh! she may die!"

Her eye was out,

And all the day

Up in my lap

My cat did lay.

She had a nap,

She had a sup,

And, by and by,

She did get up.

And now her leg

And fur are new,

And she can run

To me and you.

The bad old dog

Did go a-way,

And in a pit

He hid all day.

As out he ran,

A man sat by —

He had a gun —

The dog did die!

For the big man

Was sad for Mop,

And so his gun

Did go off – pop!

And now my Mop

All day can run,

And get her nap

Out in the sun;

Or eat all day;

And now you see

She is as fat

As fat can be.

We can let Mop

Go to and fro,

For the bad dog,

Who bit her so,

Did get a pop;

It was not fun,

For he did die,

By the pop gun.

Now Mop and you

And I can go

To spy a rat,

All in a row.

But by one eye

Old Mop can spy

A rat as far

As you or I.