The woman with the cat face made a wish
And all the sparrows turned to fish.
The sky produced them at her command
Stacked like kippers upon her hand.
The woman with the cat tail switched it once
And paving stones turned to hot cross buns.
The woman with the cat tail switched it twice
And made Catholic bishops out of five field mice.
The woman with the cat heart had a beau
Set him on a gibbet and swung him low.
The woman with the cat heart clapped her hands
And made his coffin out of watering cans.
composed in the journal Hedgewitch gave me, for Gay Cannon's form for all.