In Mischief by Amy Ella Blanchard

Four little kits in a basket, / O, the naughty kits! / Scattering the things about the floor, / Pulling them to bits.

Here is a ball of worsted, / O, the naughty kits! / It is the very ball that Belle / Uses when she knits.

There is a ball in a tangle, / O, the naughty kits! / Here is some silk all in a snarl, / There a pair of mitts.

One of these frolicsome kittens- / O, the naughty kits! / Has tried the baby's stocking on, / To see how it fits.

Belle, meanwhile, in the parlor, / O, the naughty kits! / Never dreams of this frolic; / By the window sits.

When she comes back and finds you, / O, you naughty kits! / I've an idea you'll be frightened / Nearly out of your wits.