THE LITTLE MOUSE
I have seen you, little mouse,
Running all about the house,
Through the hole your little eye
In the wainscot peeping sly,
Hoping soon some crumbs to steal,
To make quite a hearty meal.
Look before you venture out,
See if pussy is about.
If she's gone, you'll quickly run
To the larder for some fun;
Round about the dishes creep,
Taking into each a peep,
To choose the daintiest that's there,
Spoiling things you do not care.
The poem is from 'The Real Mother Goose' (c) 1916, author unknown.
My mouse isn't exactly 'Little', but he is definitely spoiling things. Yes, there is a mouse in this painting (you can see half of his head looking out from behind the building that is on the top left side)
This is an older painting of mine that I thought I'd use as my second entry in the Bifrost 'Nusery Rhyme Mayhem' project. Oil Paint on canvas, approx. 3 1/2’ x 4’.