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Title: The Mouse and the Christmas Cake

Author: Anonymous

Release Date: December 2, 2008 [eBook #27391]

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LITTLE PLEASEWELL'S

The MOUSE and the
CHRISTMAS CAKE

McLoughlin Bros : NEW YORK

A LITTLE MOUSE THAT BUILT
ITSELF A HOUSE IN A
CHRISTMAS CAKE.

A pretty story I will tell,
Of Nib, a little Mouse,
Who took delight, when none where near,
To skip about the house.

Her little nose could sniff and smell
Where all good things were kept,
And in the pantry well she knew
That mistress Pussy slept.

But, notwithstanding, in she crept,
And on the shelf she found
A Christmas cake, the top of which
Was by a castle crowned.

The subject of the present cake
Was Windsor's mighty walls;
With turrets, windows, standard too,
And entrance to the halls.

[Illustration]

Why, here within such walls as these,
Thought Mousey, I could dwell;
And should the Cat lay siege to them,
Defend myself right well.

So, with her little teeth, which served
For pickaxe and for spade,
She gnawed right through the gothic door,
And thus an entrance made.

Then climbed the turret, which she chose
Her residence to make;
And thought to leave it now and then,
And feast upon the cake.

All this occurred on Christmas eve,
And next came Christmas day;
And then some little folks arrived,
To eat, and drink, and play.

Right merry are the little folks,
And what a noise they make,
When Windsor castle they behold,
Displayed upon the cake.

The turrets and the walls t