COURAGEOUSNESS
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COURAGEOUSNESS
The house-wife came with smiling face,
Bearing in her hand a broom;
With thoughts intent, and puropse bent
On clearing up the room.
She spied an object on the floor,
Ne'er dreaming what it was;
But close inspection soon revealed
Its tail and head and claws!
Bearing in her hand a broom;
With thoughts intent, and puropse bent
On clearing up the room.
She spied an object on the floor,
Ne'er dreaming what it was;
But close inspection soon revealed
Its tail and head and claws!
What was the sound that pierced the air—
Was it an Indian's yell?
Or a wandering note from some demon throat
From amidst the depths of—somewhere?
Oh, no! of a different origin
Were the tones that smote the air,—
'Twas only a frightened woman's scream
As she mounted on a chair.
Was it an Indian's yell?
Or a wandering note from some demon throat
From amidst the depths of—somewhere?
Oh, no! of a different origin
Were the tones that smote the air,—
'Twas only a frightened woman's scream
As she mounted on a chair.
Oh dear! Oh dear! she had seen a mouse!
And it entered not her head
It would never, never do more harm
For the poor little thing was dead.
And it entered not her head
It would never, never do more harm
For the poor little thing was dead.
