_Has anybody seen my mouse?_
I opened his box for half a minute,
Just to make sure he was really in it,
And while I was looking, he jumped outside!
I tried to catch him, I tried, I tried. . . .
I think he’s somewhere about the house.
Has _anyone_ seen my mouse?
[Illustration: Boy with empty box]
[Illustration: Boy with box standing in corner]
_Uncle John, have you seen my mouse?_
Just a small sort of mouse, a dear little brown one,
He came from the country, he wasn’t a town one,
So he’ll feel all lonely in a London street;
Why, what could he possibly find to eat?
[Illustration: Boy showing empty box to seated man]
[Illustration: Boy talking with woman knitting]
He must be somewhere. I’ll ask Aunt Rose:
Have _you_ seen a mouse with a woffelly nose?
Oh, somewhere about—
He’s just got out. . . .
Hasn’t _anybody_ seen my mouse?