Dr. Fieldmouse and the Frog

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    A little fieldmouse doctor
    Shook his furry head
    And tweaked his whiskers anxiously
    As thoughtfully he said,
    “It’s sad that cars are limited
    To people—yes, indeed—
    And can’t be had by fieldmice
    No matter what the need.
    For here I am a doctor
    With shoes so worn and thin
    That I have trouble keeping
    My little toes within.
    Now if I had a car to drive,
    I’d feel quite safe and grand—
    But oh, alas, there are no cars
    In all of Fieldmouse Land.
    But still I must keep going
    To make my calls, you see.
    Oh, dear! I really cannot tell
    What’s to become of me.”
    He then picked up his little bag
    And pulled his high hat down
    And scurried on a little path
    That led to Fieldmouse Town.
    He hadn’t traveled very far
    Before he met a frog
    Blinking in the sunshine
    On a pussy-willow log.
    The froggy spoke politely
    And bowed his old green head,
    “How do you do, good doctor?
    I just heard what you said.
    And if you’d like my services,
    You’re welcome as can be,
    For I don’t need to walk at all;
    I merely hop,” said he.
    “And so my shoes are never thin;
    My back is strong and wide.
    Do climb aboard, dear doctor,
    And we’ll be off,” he cried.
    The doctor answered, “Mr. Frog,
    You fill me with delight!
    A doctor seated on a frog
    Will be a handsome sight.
    And since my job’s important,
    I’ll gladly ride with you,
    And we will share together
    The work there is to do.”
    The doctor pushed his little toes
    Into each worn-out shoe
    And tucked his bag beneath his arm,
    And with no more ado
    He climbed upon his hopping steed.
    The frog went jumpety-jump.
    And Doctor Fieldmouse traveled far—
    Kerplunk, kerplunk, kerplunk.
    He traveled far day in, day out,
    And even to this day
    They both go hopping on their rounds—
    At least so fieldfolk say!

    [illustration] Illustrated by Phyllis Luch