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.