The Grey-Mouse squeaked,
And the Kobold dreamed its ear he tweaked.
He wrinkled up
His Forehead and Nose, |K☊P; ☾♈︎, des.|
And smiled in his sleep,
And curled his Toes. |☾|
III.
There was a soldier marching along the road—left, right! left, right! He had been to the wars for five years, so that he was very brave, and now he was coming home again. In his knapsack were two farthings, and that was everything that he had in the world. All the same, he had a rich brother at home, and that was something to say.