The Dormouse

The Dormouse felt so sleepy

Nid-nodding went his head,

He said " Good night " to everyone,

And cuddled up in bed.

Down fell the icy raindrops,

The cold wind whistled round;

The Dormouse in his snuggly bed,

Lay sleeping safe and sound.

There he was found one morning

By Jeremy and Jane;

They whispered low, then on tip-toe,

They crept away again.

They filled a bag with acorns,

And hid it in the brakes,

So that the little Dormouse,

May find it when he wakes.

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