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Friday Poetry: Mice by Rose Fyleman

Today's poem is in honor of the little mouse that Parsley brought in last night and let loose. As far as we know he is still here, alive and well.


I think
Are rather nice.

Their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any
Chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white,
They run about
They house at night,
They nibble things
They shouldn't touch
And no one seems
To like them much.

But I think mice
Are nice.

~ Rose Fyleman

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Kelly Fineman said...

LOVE that! And the best part? It's kinda shaped like a mouse's body from the side.

Heather said...

That is my daughters absolute favorite poem--the one that she actually memorized.

cloudscome said...

This is one of my favorites from childhood.

Missus Wookie said...

One of our cats brings in such things - we think in an attempt to teach us to hunt and reduce the grocery bill. Thankfully his sister supplies us with a dead body shortly afterwards and we presume the two are related.

Cute poem too!

Suzanne said...

Mrs Wookie, we have the same cat-organization. One fetches, the other dispatches.