Two little kittens, one stormy night;
Began to quarrel, and then to fight.
One had a mouse, the other had none;
And that's the way the fight was begun.
"I will have the mouse," said the bigger cat.
"You will have the mouse! We'll see about that."
"I will have that mouse," said the older one.
"You shall not have the mouse," said the little one.
I told you before 'twas a stormy night
When these two kittens began to fight.
The old woman took her sweeping broom,
And swept the two kittens out of the room.
The ground was covered with frost and snow,
And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;
So they laid them down on a mat at the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.
Then they crept in as quiet as mice,
All wet with snow and as cold as ice;
For they thought 'twould be better that stormy night
To lie down and sleep, than to quarrel and fight.