Looks the kitten, oh so sad. “What, dear kitten, hurts so bad?” Says the kitten: “bowl of milk. Was all full, but now is dry, Lack of milk sure makes me cry.” Sighs the kitten: "purr." “What’s the matter, kitten, sir?” “I was dreaming of a river, Riverrun with milk and cream, Flowing all the way downstream." Kitten tongue: soft and pink. “Drink, dear kitten, drink,” I think. …as all curled up, with half-closed eyes, Asleep—and dreaming drinks once more, Milky dreams; and kitty snores.
– Julian Tuwim
(Translation by me)