Ding Dong Bell

Ding Dong Bell

Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Tommy Sin. Don't you cry, poor kitty cat, We'll get you out of where you're at. The bucket's lowered, rope goes tight, Up you come into the sunlight! Tommy, with a sheepish grin, Knows the trouble he's been in. A gentle scold, a reminder kind, To leave the kitty safe behind. But wait! A meow, a splash once more, Seems curiosity can't be ignored. The playful puss, with fur so white, Jumps right back in, with pure delight! The farmyard erupts in laughter's chime, As the cat bobs in the water's rhyme. A rope is tossed, a gentle pull, This time the kitty climbs quite full Of playful spirit, wet and free, Shakes itself off with glee. The farmer smiles, a twinkle bright, "Cats will be cats," he says, "that's right!" So next time you hear a bell's sweet ring, Remember the cat, the joy it brings. A little mischief, a purring friend, A day at the farm that knows no end.