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,