spotted a mice scavenging after wheat
pitter patter of tiny feet
gnawing for babies treat
oh the taste can't be beat
scurrying round the edge
between barn railing ledge
scurrying towards the hedge
to watch its young fledge
hope it doesn't rain
hope it doesn't get a sprain
running time and time again
for warburtons wholemeal grain
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