Mouse
I live among the grasses,
And watch them growing high,
And as the summer passes
They seem to touch the sky.
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.
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 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.
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!
A Mouse in brown and grey,
So if we meet each other,
Please let me run away!
by Enid Blyton
Art Carl Whitfield.
Art Carl Whitfield.
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