A
farmer ploughing in the field espied a downy nest,
Which
had three tiny sleeping mice together closely pressed;
He
“whoaed” his gentle oxen, while he looked the babies o’er,
Then
“geed” the cattle out around, and went to plough some more.
And
when the mother mouse came back, and saw the mellow soil,
She
feared her babies were destroyed, and all her springtime toil.
But
when she found the little nest safe in the furrowed loam,
She
thanked the kind old farmer, who had spared her little home.
May
9, 1895
Pub.
in B. Standard Junior
May
18, 1895
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