Thursday, 26 April 2018


I live among the grasses,
And watch them growing high,
And as the summer passes
They seem to touch the sky.
The Spiders are my neighbours,
Busy people they,
I watch them at their labours,
Spinning day by day.
The Earwig comes a-calling,
The Ladybird as well,
And snails go slowly crawling,
And Slugs, without a shell.
The Bumble, fat and furry,
A flying visit pays,
And Caterpillars hurry
Adown the grassy ways.
I am your little brother,
A Mouse in brown and grey,
So if we meet each other,
Please let me run away!
by Enid Blyton
Art Carl Whitfield.

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