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Late one August evening, in the cold and wet,
I looked outside the window and a little mouse I met,
She was sitting in the tree tops covered by the leaves,
Sheltering her self from the strong blowing breeze.
I got out my umbrella and my coat so warm,
Then slowly made my way across the green wet lawn,
Trying not to scare her from out her little tree,
Hoping to get near enough to ask her home with me,
“Hello little mouse, will you come in from the rain?”
She didn’t seem to hear me so I asked her once again,
“Hello little mouse, will you come in for some tea?”
Then all at once she answered, oh so quietly,
“That would be just lovely, that would be a treat,
Just to get in from the cold, and warm my little feet,
I've been out here all day, i've nowhere else to go,
Id be so very grateful if you took me to your home,
I wouldn’t make a sound, I wouldn’t make a peep,
All I need is somewhere warm where I can go to sleep”.
I took her in my hand and walked back to the house,
Being oh so gentle as I held this little mouse,
I found a little match box which I gave her for a bed,
I put it near the fire so she could warm her little head,
She snuggled down so tightly in the matchbox nice and warm,
“Goodnight” she said so peacefully then gave a little yawn,
I wrapped a piece of cheese up and a little slice of bread,
I laid them down beside her, next to her weary head,
“Goodnight little mouse, sleep well until the morn”,
Then off I went to rest my head and dream until the dawn.
When morning came I went downstairs to see the little mouse,
But noticed that she was no longer sleeping in my house,
All was left was crumbs of cheese and bread that I had gave,
The little matchbox where she slept was very neatly made,
I looked out of the window at the early morning dew,
The sun shone down upon my face, reminding me of you,
I hope that your ok and you get to where you need,
I’ll think of you always, and hope you’ll think of me,
And when I see a tree top, I never will forget,
That cold wet night in august and the little mouse I met.