Two little mice went out one day
Among the scented clover;
They wandered up and down the lane,
They roamed the meadow over.
"Oh, deary me!" said Mrs. Mouse,
"I wish I had a little house!"
Said Mr. Mouse,--"I know a place
Where nice sweet grass is growing;
Where corn-flowers blue, and buttercups
And poppies red, are blowing."
"Oh, deary me!" said Mrs. Mouse,
"We'll build us there a house."
So, of some sweet and tender grass
They built their house together;
And had a happy time, through all
The pleasant summer weather.
"Oh, deary me!" said Mrs. Mouse,
"Who ever had so nice a house?"