Three Little Kittens

Have lost their mittens

But they don't seem to care.

"Oh, Mother, dear, it's hot out here;

It's summer in the Northern Hemisphere;

Our mittens we will not wear.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow,

Our mittens we will not wear.

"It's almost July in the temperate zone

And we've packed them  away in their summer homes

with our coats and boots and espresso maker. 

And to tell you the truth, Mom, we'd also prefer,

If it were possible, to step out of this fur

And lie around in our bones."

(Pictured l-r: Julia, Butch, Lizzy)