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.