Two little mice under the petals of an Edelweiss, sang a song to pass the time. The rain was strong and drenched the splendid birdsong, but the mice found solace in rhyme.
‘O the day is short,
and night is long,
By day we cavort,
and at night sing song.’
Lanterns in the distance, burning brightly with insistence; told the mice to hurry home. For night was falling and the weather appalling and with it brought the unknown.
So they raced through grass to a welcome of the first class; to grain long stewed and a happy and content mood.