The clouds are happy up in Heaven

With the angels in the air;

But little boy and little mouse

Are rather lonely in the house.

 

 

 

 

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In summer I am very glad

We children are so small,

For we can see a thousand things

That men can't see at all.

They don't know much about the moss

And all the stones they pass:

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