I want to bell you,
So your tread's noisy when you stray.
Birds'll hear
You when you try to make them your prey.

When you get near them,
You slink and spring and drag them down
Then you bite,
But first you play and cuff them around.

You're gonna think that I'm unkind,
When on your collar I will bind
A little thing that rings.

I want to bell you
As I chase you up a tree so high
I'm inclined
Backward; I fall and land on my spine.

It hurt me so much when I fell
That I had no choice but to yell; you
Jumped down—scratched my hand.

I want to bell you,
But I'm bandaged up and not too spry.
I don't mind
If on birds you still will dine, they taste fine. Ow, my spine!