The Dreadful Story of Pauline and the Matches
Then how the pussy-cats did mew What else, poor pussies, could they do? They screamed for help, ’twas all in vain, I 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,…