Who Is So Pretty?

Who Is So Pretty?

by Elizabeth Coatsworth

Skitter, skatter, Leap and squeak!

We’ve been dancing Half the week.

Under the sofa, Along the shelf, Every mouse Is wild as an elf.

Big round ear

And bright black eye, Nimble and natty, Limber and spry—

Who is so pretty,

Who is so neat, As a little mouse dancing On little gray feet?

Mice

by Rose Fyleman

I think mice 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 The house at
night. They nibble things They shouldn’t touch And no one seems To like
them much.

But I think mice Are nice.

The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse

by Christina Rossetti

The city mouse lives in a house;

The garden mouse lives in a bower, He’s friendly with the frogs and
toads, And sees the pretty plants in flower.

The city mouse eats bread and cheese;

The garden mouse eats what he can;

We will not grudge him seeds and stalks, Poor little timid furry man.

Mouse

by Hilda Conkling

Little Mouse in gray velvet, Have you had a cheese-breakfast? There are
no crumbs on your coat, Did you use a napkin?

I wonder what you had to eat, And who dresses you in gray velvet?

The House of the Mouse

by Lucy Sprague Mitchell

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.