Caroling Mice
The carolers came out of barns, sheds, houses, and out from under rocks.
They climbed out of baskets, boxes, barrels, and striped Christmas socks.
They came running to sing, and they made the prettiest sound of all.
But the audience began running away when we gave the mouse call.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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