Ding dong bell, Kitty'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'll be 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 helping hand, The kitty climbs just as planned! 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 when you hear a bellโs sweet chime, Think of the cat, and smile each time. A little mischief, a purring friend, A farmyard adventure that never ends.
