The Mouse for Tea
one sunny day i look up the gutter and then i hear a soft squeaky mutter i ask who sit up their it be a field mouse with brown hair she ask if i could stay for tea i tell her no i have to leave she ask if i could stay for pie i say no i must fly she ask if i could stay for egg my reply be no i must move my leg she ask if i cold stay for cake cake of course i'll stay i eat what she bake