The Mouse’s House

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    Don’t worry, wee mouse,
    That I’ve found your house.
    I wish you well,
    And I’ll never tell
    Where the wall has a crack
    At the very back
    Of the cupboard there,
    Beneath the stair.
    You’ve made a nest
    Of the very best
    Soft wool and fluff
    And tufts from my muff.
    Ten babies there
    Lie helpless, bare,
    Blind, and so small
    I could hold them all
    In one cupped hand.
    But I understand:
    One mustn’t touch
    Babies much!
    Don’t fret, wee mouse,
    That I’ve found your house.
    You’re safe in your hole.
    I won’t tell a soul!

    [illustration] Illustrated by Phyllis Luch