The house of the mouse
is a wee little house,
a green little house in the grass,
which big clumsy folk
may hunt and may poke
and still never see as they pass
this sweet little, neat little,
wee little, green little,
cuddle-down hide-away
house in the grass.
–Lucy Sprague Mitchell
What a gem of a rollicking rhyme! Dr. Suess, you should take a lesson from Miss Mitchell.
Found this wonderful little poetry anthology at Half Price Books last week.
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