The Mouse’s House

by Ethel Jacobson

Don’t worry, wee mouse,

That I’ve found your house.

I wish you well,

And I’ll never tell

Where the wall has a crack

At the very back

Of the cupboard there,

Beneath the stair.

You’ve made a nest

Of the very best

Soft wool and fluff

And tufts from my muff.

Ten babies there

Lie helpless, bare,

Blind, and so small

I could hold them all

In one cupped hand.

But I understand:

One mustn’t touch

Babies much!

Don’t fret, wee mouse,

That I’ve found your house.

You’re safe in your hole.

I won’t tell a soul!

Illustrated by Phyllis Luch