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Deep within an English wood,
     Beneath a tall green tree,
Lived little Minnie Woodmouse
     And her family of three:

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There was Freddie Mouse, Billie Mouse
     And sister Jenny too,
And the story that I'll tell you now
      Is absolutely true.

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It was on a sunny August day
     Whilst playing by a stream,
They saw a lively character
     Dressed in a coat of green.

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He was dancing on the river bank
     In dainty little clogs.
When the mice asked: 'Who are you?'
     He said: 'My name is Frog.'

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They saw a farm across the field
     And here the three mice strayed
And in the pleasant summer sun
     For many hours they played.

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An animal, quite pink and fat,
     Performed a lively jig.
Then with a grunt he proudly said:
     'The farmer calls me Pig.'

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A threatening cloud came in the sky.
      'Will there be a storm?'
'Come, hurry to the farmer’s barn.
     We must stay dry and warm.'

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The farmer’s cat came in the barn
      And soon put paid to that.
Oh, they didn’t wait to ask him
      If his name was Pussy Cat.

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Their Mum had warned them of this cat,
     And off they quickly ran.
'Come, let’s get home to Mummy Mouse
      As swiftly as we can.'

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She asked them what they’d done and seen
     And if they'd had some fun.
They told her of the farmer’s cat
     And how they’d had to run.

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'Cats,' said Mum, 'are dangerous
       To all we tiny mice.
They hide and then they pounce on us.
      Oh no!  That isn’t nice.'

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'Tomorrow you stay in our wood.
     There’s much to do and see,
But beware of Mr Tawny Owl
     Who lives up in the tree.'

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