There must be magic in a mouse!

If I creep quietly

Into the bushes by the shed

And lie there patiently,

And if I stay as soft and still

As ever I can be,

I’ll hear a click and see a flick—

And there a mouse will be!

He’ll sit up quickly, turn his head,

And look just everyplace;

And then he’ll lick his little hands

And wash his little face.

And then he’ll find a crunchy seed

That he can sit and munch—

He could be on a holiday,

Eating a picnic lunch!

The more I watch, the more I’d love

To take him home with me—

He has such friendly eyes, and looks

So warm and cuddly;

But if I should so much as move—

I think this is so queer!—

I’ll see a flick and hear a click—

My mouse will disappear!

I go to see my mouse a lot,

But something bothers me:

He doesn’t always look the same—

Could there be two or even three?

Illustrated by Shauna Mooney