I think Kitty is not guilty.
She was sleeping at first floor.
Daddy put lard in a mousetrap
And then locked our corn shed door.
Just one little mouse was caught
And I felt sorrow and pity.
Mommy gave him to the cat
Poor mouse, he was so pretty.
But our darling blue eyed Kitty,
Let the mouse run as he could
Choosing milk instead for breakfast,
Like an honest hunter should.