D' ye know the little Wood-Mouse,
That pretty little thing,
That sits among the forest leaves,
Beside the forest spring?
That sits among the forest leaves,
Beside the forest spring?
Its fur is red as the red chestnut,
And it is small and slim;
It leads a life most innocent
Within the forest dim.
And it is small and slim;
It leads a life most innocent
Within the forest dim.
'T is a timid, gentle creature,
And seldom comes in sight;
It has a long and wiry tail,
And eyes both black and bright.
And seldom comes in sight;
It has a long and wiry tail,
And eyes both black and bright.
It makes its nest of soft, dry moss,
In a hole so deep and strong ;
And there it sleeps secure and warm,
The dreary winter long.
In a hole so deep and strong ;
And there it sleeps secure and warm,
The dreary winter long.
And though it keeps no calendar,
It knows when flowers are springing;
And waketh to its summer life
When Nightingales are singing.
It knows when flowers are springing;
And waketh to its summer life
When Nightingales are singing.
Upon the boughs the Squirrel sits,
The Wood-Mouse plays below;
And plenty of food it finds itself
Where the Beech and Chestnut grow.
The Wood-Mouse plays below;
And plenty of food it finds itself
Where the Beech and Chestnut grow.
In the Hedge-Sparrow's nest he sits
When its Summer brood is fled,
And picks the berries from the bough
Of the Hawthorn over-head.
When its Summer brood is fled,
And picks the berries from the bough
Of the Hawthorn over-head.
I saw a little Wood-Mouse once,
Like Oberon in his hall,
With the green, green moss beneath his feet,
Sit under a Mushroom tall.
Like Oberon in his hall,
With the green, green moss beneath his feet,
Sit under a Mushroom tall.
I saw him sit and his dinner eat,
All under the forest tree;
His dinner of Chestnut ripe and red,
And he ate it heartily.
All under the forest tree;
His dinner of Chestnut ripe and red,
And he ate it heartily.
I wish you could have seen him there;
It did my spirit good,
To see the small thing God had made
Thus eating in the wood.
It did my spirit good,
To see the small thing God had made
Thus eating in the wood.
I saw that He regardeth them --
Those creatures weak and small;
Their table in the wild is spread,
By Him who cares for all!
Those creatures weak and small;
Their table in the wild is spread,
By Him who cares for all!
by Mary Botham Howitt
Art Carl Whitfield
Art Carl Whitfield
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