故事：leslea Newman 绘画：Erika Oller
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In a great big house on the edge of town
Lived a tiny old woman named Mrs.Brown
She had no children, she had no mother
She had no sister, she had no brother
What Mrs. Brown had were...
Cats cats cats
Cats in the sunlight enjoying a snooze
While Mrs. Brown watched the eight o'clock news
Cats on the counter each deep in a dream
While Mrs. Brown drank her coffee with cream
Cats sleeping on sofas, cats sleeping on chairs
While Mrs. Brown swept and vacuumed the stairs
Cats snoring in harmoney, all in a bounch
While Mrs. Brown ate an onelette for lunch
Cats dozing outside, each one on a pillow
While Mrs. Brown trimmed the old weeping willow
Black cats, white cats, gray cats, too
Eyes of brwon and eyes of blue
Eyes of gold and eyes of green
Tall cats, short cats, fat and lean
Stiped cats, spotted cats, large and small
Mrs.Brown just loved them all
She loved the softness of their fur
She loved the loudness of their purr
She loved to comb their fluffy tails
She loved to manicure their nails
She loved to sti and chat with them
She loved to wear a hat with them
She loved to fill her lap with them
She loved to take a nap with them
She loved to place them all just so
And then embrace them row by row
When nighttime came, old Mrs.Brown
Put sixty bowls of cat food down
Then pet each cat upon the head
And marched herself straight up to bed
As soon as she began to snore
The fun began with cats galore
Cats in the entryway throwing confetti
Cats in the dinning room eating spaghetti
Cats in the drawing room, purling and knitting
Cats in teh sewing room having a fitting
Cats in the closet in jackets and hats
Cats in the courtyard with baseballs and bats
Cats in the library, writing and reading
Cats in the kitchen, stirring and kneading
While Mrs. Brown was tucked in tight
The cats would party every night
They'd chase their tails, they'd cut a rug
They'd fox-trot and they'd jitterbug
They'd feast on seven-layer cakes
And drink one hundred chocolate shakes
They'd whoop it up until the dawn
Those cats could really carry on
The sun came up, the cats went down
And out of bed crept Mrs.Brown
She claped her hands up to her chest
And cried, "My cats are just the best!"
Then piled them all into a heap
So they could get their beauty sleep
Some say that Mrs.Brown is batty
And that her house is way too catty
Says Mrs.Brown,"Oh fiddle dee dee!
I love my cats and they love me."
She had no chickens
She had no rats
What Mrs.Brown had were...
Cats, cats, cats
