There was a mouse
who made his house
in the bottom of a tree
the leaves kept him warm
until there was a storm
and then he had to flee...
by moi...
Well I may be a Scot, but a poet I'm not, oops I did it again haha! Fear not Robert Burns, your ode rules supreme, although I seem to remember that at the many Burn's Night dinners we went along to as teenagers (in the middle of Africa) we young'uns possibly didn't appreciate the drama of the saga of the 'wee timorous beastie' as much as we should have. I spotted this little 'hoose' at the bottom of a Plane tree in the city and was overcome with poetic nonsense, I hope you enjoy a little bit of 'silly' in your Sunday also, stay safe.....
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