In the middle of the night,
I awoke with quite a fright,
I heard something talking,
I felt something walking.
“I’m a talking mouse named Burt,” he said.
I went back to bed
And tried to sleep
Burt talked and talked
Till my ears were sore.
Then he fell asleep
on the bedroom floor.
I got up at the break of dawn,
So very sure that Burt had gone,
But there he was, still snoring away.
He slept through the morning and
All of the day.
I went to the kitchen, ate a yogurt up
And placed Burt gently in the empty cup.
Then straight to my cupboard,
Quickly closing the door,
So no one could hear him talk or snore.
I didn’t speak to Father or Mother,
Not even to my older brother.
Even Burt, a talking mouse
Would not be welcome in our house.
The very next night I awoke with a scare,
I heard someone singing in the house, somewhere.
It was Burt’s sister, Frad, the singing mouse.
Frad sang and sang
Till both my ears rang,
And when she couldn’t sing any more
She fell asleep on my bedroom floor.
I ate another yogurt up,
And placed Frad in the empty cup,
Right next to Burt.
So she wouldn’t get hurt.
The next night there were five or more,
All prancing round my bedroom floor,
Acrobats or dancers, I can’t recall
(It was night-time and they were small).
They pirhouetted and pas de chat’ed
I ate the last yogurts that we had.
And put them next to Burt and Frad.
Mom bought more yogurts
At the store,
I ate them all up
I needed each cup!
Each night more mice arrive to stay,
I’m eating yogurts every day!
My Mother’s very proud of me,
I’m fit and healthy as can be –
My teeth are white,
My muscles strong,
But I wish they’d go back to where they belong!
Thank you for reading our book!
If you like it, you might also want to read other children’s books that I’ve written and Harriet Goitein has illustrated. For example:
(I have many)
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