The Mouse’s House

by Ethel Jacobson

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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!

    Illustrated by Phyllis Luch