Look, Lamiga is now engrossed in sewing.
A garment for her doll — that's what she's doing!
«When will I have it?» — asks the doll, reclining;
«I cannot wait — the holiday is coming».
The cat meanwhile is staring at the bobbin:
«Will it now move — will it at last start rolling?»
And then she'll bounce and grab it, as a ball,
And she will chase it'round, just let it roll!
She has no other worry but to play:
Mischievous, drolly cat! She'd play all day!