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.'
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.
The end