The Mouse
A little mouse am I.
I limp across the field.
The Kitty bit my foot,
But now my toes have healed.
I tried to climb a mountain.
But it was far too high.
So I hide among the lilies,
And watch the Eastern sky.
I drink the golden sunshine.
And sing a sweet refrain.
I laugh at all the chickens.
And eat up all their grain.
The cheese is in the pantry,
And there's dew upon the rose.
If you look to close at me.
I will bite your nose.
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