There"s a tiny wee house Of a tiny wee mouse
In the field where the cabbages grow; There are six baby mice-For I"ve called once or twice
And found them at play, so I know.
There"s a wee wooden door; On the wee wooden floor Stand six little stools in a row;There are books here and there, And a cushioned arm-chairThat mother mouse sits in to sew.
There"s a four-poster bed, With a foot and a head,And six cosy cots with railed sides; There are playthings, of course- One, a wee wooden horseThat each little mousikin rides.
There"s a window and sill (With a curtain of twill),Where a pimpernel blooms in a pot; There are flowers in a jar-"Twould be easier far
To describe all the things there are not! There"s a stove bright and new,And a Dutch oven, too,
And bellows to blow up the fire; There"s a dusty, dark hole-I suppose for the coal,
The next time I call I"ll inquire.
In the tiny wee house Of this tiny wee mouse,There is freedom from worry and care; When winter sets in,No mouse will grow thin-
There"ll be plenty for all, and to spare.
About the Author.-The name of the author is not known.
About the Poem.-What kind of mice live out in the open? Whatare some other things that you think would be in the mouse"s house? Perhaps you could write another verse about them. Make a drawing of two rooms in the house.
Suggestions for Verse-speaking.-Divide the class into five parts and let each part speak a verse. All join in the last verse.
