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Show THE HARMLESS KIND. A little mounse ran o'er the floor; The woman screamed with fear, And climbed upon a table that By chance was standing near. "A mouse! A mouse!" she loudly cried; "Oh, kill it quick or I Will have a fit at once or else With fright I'll surely die The man who sat beside the fire Arose at once and said: "Be still! Don't move an inch because I see it on your head." Scream after scream now issued forth. The woman tore her hair; She danced a lively jig and cried, "Where is it. Jack? Oh, where?" "Hush! Calm yourself," the man replied, re-plied, "I trust that it is dead, For otherwise you wouldn't wear A rat upon your head." Grace Sorenson. |