My Mitten Was Found

My mitten was lost, so I did not know it was found. By the tree house mouse, who was delighted all around. He had turned it into a sleeping bag, high off the ground He loved its beauty, this mouse named Henry Higgins Hound. I love your beauty, he said to mitten which was quite pretty. He played his guitar on it, and he sang songs that were witty. I kept the mate, shaking my head, saying “what a pity!” Not realizing the other mitten was well-loved by Henry, an itty-bitty.