Running about and looking evrywhere,
Looking for the ribbon that was in her hair,
And the kitten, that was under her care,
But she did not find them, not anywhere.
It was time to check the dark rooms where cobwebs hung,
It was hard to breathe with her lung,
But she had to get her kitten and wrung
Herself on it, and that was what she sung.
Nay, nothing did she find,
only a dusty passage to explore,
Maybe her kitten was there,
but when she looked in she saw an apple core,
Had somebody been here,
ouch, her arm was so sore,
She made her way in, and saw a locked, dark door.
She called her kittens name,
but her only answer were lonely echoes filling the air,
She looked at her meat sandwich she wanted to share,
Share with her kitten and then hop everywhere,
But she couldn't, unless she had her kitten,
in her arms and in her care,
The door moved, and then stopped,
Her heart beat faster so an inch away she hopped,
She tried to remember better days, like when she shopped,
She looked for something to distract her but she only saw garlic, chopped.
The door opened, and she heard a cry,
She saw her kitten, no way she could get it, sigh,
She got ready to say to her kitten bye,
But there was no danger, she would not die.
It was just another cat with her kitten,
Who could open doors, and wear a mitten,
Neither of them were bitten,
They were safe and sound and so was her hair ribbon.