# Sing-Song: The City Mouse Lives in a House;—

- Source: Sing-Song (sing-song.gutenberg.org), Public domain, Christina Rossetti, pictures by Arthur Hughes, 1872, via Project Gutenberg
- Reading level: Ages 4 to 6
- Subjects: Poems, Animals, Nature
- Topics: mouse, city, cockatoo, i’ll, little, alice
- Length: 303 words, about 2 min
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The city mouse lives in a house;—  
The garden mouse lives in a bower,  
He’s friendly with the frogs and toads,  
And sees the pretty plants in flower.

## The city mouse eats bread and cheese;—

The city mouse eats bread and cheese;—  
The garden mouse eats what he can;  
We will not grudge him seeds and stalks,  
Poor little timid furry man.

## What does the donkey bray about?

What does the donkey bray about?  
What does the pig grunt through his snout?  
What does the goose mean by a hiss?  
Oh, Nurse, if you can tell me this,  
I’ll give you such a kiss.

## The cockatoo calls “cockatoo,”

The cockatoo calls “cockatoo,”  
The magpie chatters “how d’ye do?”  
The jackdaw bids me “go away,”  
Cuckoo cries “cuckoo” half the day:  
What do the others say?

## Three plum buns

Three plum buns  
To eat here at the stile  
In the clover meadow,  
For we have walked a mile.

## One for you, and one for me

One for you, and one for me,  
And one left over:  
Give it to the boy who shouts  
To scare sheep from the clover.

## A motherless soft lambkin

A motherless soft lambkin  
Alone upon a hill;  
No mother’s fleece to shelter him  
And wrap him from the cold:—  
I’ll run to him and comfort him,  
I’ll fetch him, that I will;  
I’ll care for him and feed him  
Until he’s strong and bold.

## Dancing on the hill-tops

Dancing on the hill-tops,  
Singing in the valleys,  
Laughing with the echoes,  
Merry little Alice.

## Playing games with lambkins

Playing games with lambkins  
In the flowering valleys,  
Gathering pretty posies,  
Helpful little Alice.

## If her father’s cottage

If her father’s cottage  
Turned into a palace,  
And he owned the hill-tops  
And the flowering valleys,  
She’d be none the happier,  
Happy little Alice.

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## Picture credits

- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
