Mice are nice – RBE Fyleman 6 March 1877 – 1 August 1957
For my friends in the IC: Credo enim delicatus mures sunt
I think mice
Are rather nice
Their tails are long
Their faces small
They haven’t any
Chins at all.
Their ears are pink
Their teeth are white
They run about
the house at night.
They nibble things
They shouldn’t touch
And no one seems
To like them much
But I think mice
Are nice.
© Rose Amy Fyleman
Bad kittens – Elizabeth Coatsworth (31 May 31 1893 – 31 August 1986)
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won’t hear you at all
The little black cats are ma-ddened
By the bright green light of the moon
They are whirling and running and hiding
They are wild who once were so confiding
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk,
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer
With a goblin light in their eyes.
© Elizabeth Coatsworth
I just thought that I would let you know
I am staying across here in the “snow”
Crawley have left
The machines are bereft
And Saida will lunch with us t’morrow.