THE LITTLE MOUSE.
In this neat little house
Liv’d a poor little mouse,
He had plenty to eat every day;
Till, enticed by another,
Without leave of his mother,
He ventured one day out to play.
But the cat he soon spied,
As he walk’d the bank-side,
And soon of his folly repented.
She put out her paw,
Seized him with her claw,
And eat him before she relented.