A SEVERE SCHOOL-MASTER.
But your eyes are so big and so bright,
And your spectacles frighten me so!
And I can not remember my lesson
When you look at me that way, you know.
Spell "mouse," did you say? M-O-U—
Oh, you don't know how fierce you do look!
And I think I can see a great claw
Sticking out from the edge of the book.
If you only were not quite so big,
And your nose not so pointed and queer—
M-O-U—I don't know what comes next,
I can not remember. Oh dear!
I am trying to think how to spell it;
My heart just goes thumpity-thump.
M-O-U. Won't you wait just a minute?
Oh, please don't get down off the stump!