The F iel d Mou se
Where the acor n tu mbles down, Where the ash tree sheds its berry, With your fur so soft and brown, With your eye so rou nd and merr y, Scarcel y moving the long grass, Fiel d mouse, I can see you pass Little thing, in what dar k den, Lie you all the winter sleeping? Til l warm weather comes again, Then once more I see you peeping Round about the tal l tree roots, Nibbling at their fal len fruits. Fiel d mouse, Field mouse, do not go, Where the far mer stacks his treasu re, Find the nut that fal ls bel ow, Eat the acorn at your pleasure, But you must not steal the grain He has stacked with so much pain. Make your hole where mosses spring, Underneath the tall oak' s shadow, Pr etty, q uiet harmless thing, Pl ay ab ou t the sunny meadow. Keep away from corn and house, None will harm you , littl e mouse.
Cecil F ran ces Alexan der