Hill behind the House

Margaret Lindsay Holton

There stands a hill behind the house
On top of which there lives a mouse
A fun-filled furry mouse is he
With simple joys and full of glee

I see him skip from time to time
When on the hill I go to climb
He sees me quick and smiles a song
As he skips and skips along

If I go along too slow
He cracks a joke and acts the toad
If I go along too fast
He smirks and slithers through the grass

If I climb too far to see
He wags his ears atop a tree
And if I stay away too long
I hear him mourn from far beyond


I must go back again you see
My friend, the mouse, he misses me

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