The Field-Mouse

I live among the grasses,

And watch them growing high,

And as the summer passes

They seem to touch the sky.

The Spiders are my neighbours,

Busy people they,

I watch them at their labours,

Spinning day by day.

The Earwig comes a-calling,

The Ladybird as well,

And snails go slowly crawling,

And Slugs, without a shell.

The Bumble, fat and furry,

A flying visit pays,

And Caterpillars hurry

Adown the grassy ways.

I am your little brother,

A Mouse in brown and grey,

So if we meet each other,

Please let me run away!

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