UUPON a river sideA Frog had built his house;And in a hole close byThere lived a little Mouse.Now as they lived so near,And went out in fine weather,They used to meet sometimes,And laugh and talk together.Thus as they jogg’d alongSo happily through life,The neighbours often said,They must be man and wife.Now Mouse was rather gay,While Froggy was most proper;And so he said one day,’Tis time for me to stop her.A fair offer,That very afternoon,As they were taking tea,I love you, Mouse, said he;Pray will you marry me?But Mouse was very vain;And, though mice are so rife,I’m sure she thought herselfThe prettiest mouse in life.rejected with disdain.So looking grave at FrogThat he should dare to woo,She said,—how can I loveA cold, damp thing, like you?Then jumping from her seat,As if to shew her spite,She whisk’d him with her tail,Nor wish’d him once good-night.But, as it so fell out,Old Pussy had been walking,And stopp’d to listen thereWhile Frog and Mouse were talking:Vanity meets its deserts.And just as this vain MouseWas trotting home to bed,Old Pussy cried,—Stop, stop!And seized her by the head.Then Froggy who peep’d outAnd saw how she was treated,It serves her right, said he,For being so conceited.So Pussy took poor Mouse,And gave her to her kittens,Who supp’d upon her flesh,But saved her skin for mittens.
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UPON a river side
A Frog had built his house;
And in a hole close by
There lived a little Mouse.
Now as they lived so near,
And went out in fine weather,
They used to meet sometimes,
And laugh and talk together.
Thus as they jogg’d along
So happily through life,
The neighbours often said,
They must be man and wife.
Now Mouse was rather gay,
While Froggy was most proper;
And so he said one day,
’Tis time for me to stop her.
A fair offer,
That very afternoon,
As they were taking tea,
I love you, Mouse, said he;
Pray will you marry me?
But Mouse was very vain;
And, though mice are so rife,
I’m sure she thought herself
The prettiest mouse in life.
rejected with disdain.
So looking grave at Frog
That he should dare to woo,
She said,—how can I love
A cold, damp thing, like you?
Then jumping from her seat,
As if to shew her spite,
She whisk’d him with her tail,
Nor wish’d him once good-night.
But, as it so fell out,
Old Pussy had been walking,
And stopp’d to listen there
While Frog and Mouse were talking:
Vanity meets its deserts.
And just as this vain Mouse
Was trotting home to bed,
Old Pussy cried,—Stop, stop!
And seized her by the head.
Then Froggy who peep’d out
And saw how she was treated,
It serves her right, said he,
For being so conceited.
So Pussy took poor Mouse,
And gave her to her kittens,
Who supp’d upon her flesh,
But saved her skin for mittens.
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