He does not stay alone,

But comes up close to where we are

And bobs upon a stone.

 

 

 

 

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The MouseToC

ToC

 

Little Master Mouse,

You'd better leave this house;

Crumbs are scarce upon the floor,

And pussy sleeps behind the door.

Mousie soft and grey,

I wish you'd run away!

Cook will catch you in a trap,

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