Kitty
She was called Kitty.
And it really was a pity
What happened to this upstairs maid
Who always did what she was bade.
She served a family of class
This young Jewish lass
But the wife did discover
That Kitty had a lover.
She had fallen for the master
So the wife did cast her
From the upstairs to the down
It was told all over town
She was demoted to scullery.
Oh, the shame of it all
But she walked straight and tall
In spite of the gossip galore
And the rumors there were more and more.
If the truth really be told
Kitty ran off with the gold
The master did follow with the silver in tow
Where they are now, no one will ever know.

Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)