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Story Poems for Children

By Josie Whitehead

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By Josie Whitehead

Three Little Mice (The)

Deep within an English wood,
     Beneath a tall green tree,
Lived little Minnie Woodmouse
     And her family of three:

There was Freddie Mouse, Billie Mouse
     And sister Jenny too,
And the story that I'll tell you now
      Is absolutely true.

It was on a sunny August day
     Whilst playing by a stream,
They saw a lively character
     Dressed in a coat of green.

He was dancing on the river bank
     In dainty little clogs.
When the mice asked: 'Who are you?'
     He said: 'My name is Frog.'

They saw a farm across the field
     And here the three mice strayed
And in the pleasant summer sun
     For many hours they played.

An animal, quite pink and fat,
     Performed a lively jig.
Then with a grunt he proudly said:
     'The farmer calls me Pig.'

A threatening cloud came in the sky.
      'Will there be a storm?'
'Come, hurry to the farmer’s barn.
     We must stay dry and warm.'

The farmer’s cat came in the barn
      And soon put paid to that.
Oh, they didn’t wait to ask him
      If his name was Pussy Cat.

Their Mum had warned them of this cat,
     And off they quickly ran.
'Come, let’s get home to Mummy Mouse
      As swiftly as we can.'

She asked them what they’d done and seen
     And if they'd had some fun.
They told her of the farmer’s cat
     And how they’d had to run.

'Cats,' said Mum, 'are dangerous
       To all we tiny mice.
They hide and then they pounce on us.
      Oh no!  That isn’t nice.'

'Tomorrow you stay in our wood.
     There’s much to do and see,
But beware of Mr Tawny Owl
     Who lives up in the tree.'

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