Tiny Delicate Dainty Christmas Mouse
Tiny delicate dainty mouse in a Christmas box
You were left in the woodlands by a foxy fox.
He knew you’d be found by the man in the glen.
With a heart of gold, who is an animal’s friend.
A gift! The man said. Is he injured or hurt?
He looked you over carefully, not rough or curt.
Then he decided to keep you and love you as his own.
You now have a magnificent place to call your home.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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