THE LITTLE MOUSE

I have seen you, little mouse,
Running all about the house,
Through the hole your little eye,

In the wainscot peeping sly,
Hoping soon some crumbs to steal,
To make quite a hearty meal.

Look before you venture out,
See if pussy is about.
If she's gone, you'll quickly run,
To the larder for some fun;

Round about the dishes creep,
Taking into each a peep,
To choose the daintiest that's there,
Spoiling things you do not care.