Harriet1 It almost makes me cry to tell What foolish Harriet befell. Mamma and Nurse went out one day, And left her all alone at play; Now, on the table close at hand, A box of matches chanc'd to stand; And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her That, if she touch'd them, they should scold her. But Harriet said, 'Oh, what a pity! For, when they burn, it is so pretty; They crackle so, and spit, and flame; Mamma, too, often does the same.' The pussy-cats heard this, And they began to hiss, And stretch their claws, And raise their paws; 'Me-ow,' they said, 'me-ow, me-o, You'll burn to death, if you do so.' But Harriet would not take advice, She lit a match, it was so nice! It crackled so, it burn'd so clear, — Exactly like the picture here. She jump'd for joy and ran about, And was too pleas'd to put it out. The pussy-cats saw this, And said, 'Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!' And stretch'd their claws, And rais'd their paws; "Tis very, very wrong, you know, Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o, You will be burnt, if you do so.' Harriet2 And see! Oh! what a dreadful thing! The fire has caught her apron-string; Her apron burns, her arms, her hair; She burns all over, everywhere. Then how the pussy-cats did mew, What else, poor pussies, could they do? They scream'd for help, 'twas all in vain! So then, they said, 'we'll scream again; Make haste, make haste, me-ow, me-o, She'll burn to death, we told her so.' So she was burnt, with all her clothes, And arms, and hands, and eyes, and nose; Till she had nothing more to lose Except her little scarlet shoes; And nothing else but these was found Among her ashes on the ground. And when the good cats sat beside The smoking ashes, how they cried! 'Me-ow, me-oo, me-ow, me-oo, What will Mamma and Nursy do?' Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast; They made a little pond at last.
Harriet3 The end