I’m a little white mouse – now don’t run away,
It really is puzzling, you see,
That same ladies faint, or scream, or jump
On a chair, at the sight of me!
I was traveling in young master’s pocket, one day,
Both having a ride in a bus –
When suddenly thought I’d take a look round,
But oh! What a bother and fuss!
From a gentleman’s hat, to a basket I popped,
Then on to a schoolboy’s cap –
I scurried along a lady’s muff,
While she was taking a nap!
Oh, how they all jumped, and so did I –
They made me nervous, they did!
Raising their voices, oh dear! Oh dear!
So back in that pocket, I hid!
As well, folk are odd, that’s all I can say,
And other mice, too, will agree –
Just fancy that people can get so scared
At something, as small as me!