The Dormouse

The Dormouse felt so sleepy
Nid-nodding went his head,
He said " Good night " to everyone,
And cuddled up in bed.

Down fell the icy raindrops,
The cold wind whistled round;
The Dormouse in his snuggly bed,
Lay sleeping safe and sound.

There he was found one morning
By Jeremy and Jane;
They whispered low, then on tip-toe,
They crept away again.

They filled a bag with acorns,
And hid it in the brakes,
So that the little Dormouse,
May find it when he wakes.
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