THE CHILDREN'S PET.
The children had a playmate gay,
I'm sure you would never guess
Who was the little man in gray
That took his turn with the rest.
For, when they played at hide-and-seek,
He'd cover himself with hay
And lie quite still; and then, when found,
Would scamper fast away.
But back he'd come, with eyes so bright,
And try his luck again;
And if they did not care to look,
But let him hide in vain,
He didn't like it, not a bit!
He'd rustle in the straw,
And give a sharp, quick cry, "Quee, quee!"
And show a tiny paw.
My story is short, but true, I say.
Who was the children's pet?
A wee field-mousie, bright and gay,
They never will forget