CRY OF THE MOUSE

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CRY OF THE MOUSE

OR - Don't Chew Swallowing Gum - your choice.

                              CRY OF THE MOUSE



I saw a mouse cry and the enemy was in hand The guests ran astray Comeback
guests,said I, the mouse is gone away.

I saw a housefly and then I heard a pat He's gone said I, and his remains be
unknown.

I heard a boy cry while in the battlefield come ahead said I, his peace he does yeild
                    Twas I that heard the mouse cry.



Courtesy of themousecried: http://www.themousecried.blogspot.com/

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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