The Attic

by Maggie Bawden
(Hullavington Wiltshire UK)

Up the rickety staircase, right at the top of the house -
Where spiders spin and the moon peeps in - lives a mouse!
He sleeps from seven in the morning 'til seven o'clock each night
And greets each dawn with a great big yawn
And sleeps 'til the day is night!
And then, when the moon is yellow, over field and meadow and lea,
He opens his eyes, twirls his whiskers and cries
This is the life for me

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