Songs for February
The Tale of Mrs. Tittlemouse
NCE upon a time there was a
She lived in a bank under a hedge.
UCH a funny house! There were yards and yards of sandy passages,
leading to storerooms and
T HERE was a kitchen, a parlour, a pantry, and a larder.
Also, there was Mrs. Tittlemouse's bedroom, where she slept in a little box bed!
M RS. TITTLEMOUSE was a most terribly tidy particular little mouse, always sweeping and dusting the soft sandy floors.
Sometimes a beetle lost its way in the passages.
"Shuh! shuh! little dirty feet!" said
A ND one day a little old woman ran up and down in a red spotty cloak.
"Your house is on fire, Mother Ladybird! Fly away home to your children!"
A NOTHER day, a big fat spider came in to shelter from the rain.
"Beg pardon, is this not Miss Muffet's?"
"Go away, you bold bad spider! Leaving ends of cobweb all over my nice clean house!"
S HE bundled the spider out at a window.
He let himself down the hedge with a long thin bit of string.
RS. TITTLEMOUSE went on her way to a distant storeroom, to fetch
All along the passage she sniffed, and looked at the floor.
"I smell a smell of honey; is it the cowslips outside, in the hedge? I am sure I can see the marks of little dirty feet."
S UDDENLY round a corner, she met Babbitty Bumble—"Zizz, Bizz, Bizzz!" said the bumble bee.
Mrs. Tittlemouse looked at her severely. She wished that she had a broom.
"Good-day, Babbitty Bumble; I should be glad to buy some beeswax. But
what are you doing down here? Why do you always
come in at a window, and
say Zizz, Bizz, Bizzz?"
"Z ISS, Wizz, Wizzz!" replied Babbitty Bumble in a peevish squeak. She sidled down a passage, and disappeared into a storeroom which had been used for acorns.
Mrs. Tittlemouse had eaten the acorns before Christmas; the storeroom ought to have been empty.
But it was full of untidy dry moss.
M RS. TITTLEMOUSE began to pull out the moss. Three or four other bees put their heads out, and buzzed fiercely.
"I am not in the habit of letting lodgings; this is an intrusion!" said
—"I will not have
M RS. TITTLEMOUSE decided to leave the bees till after dinner.
When she got back to the parlour, she heard some one coughing in a fat
voice; and there sat
He was sitting all over a small
He lived in a drain below the hedge, in a very dirty wet ditch.
OW do you do,
"Thank you, thank you, thank you,
He sat and smiled, and the water dripped off his coat tails.
H E sat such a while that he had to be asked if he would take some dinner?
First she offered him
He opened his mouth most unnecessarily wide; he certainly had not a tooth in his head.
HEN she offered him thistle-down seed—"Tiddly, widdly, widdly! Pouff,
pouff, puff!" said
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! Now what I really—really should like—would be a little dish of honey!"
AM afraid I have not got any, Mr. Jackson," said
"Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse!" said the smiling
Mr. Jackson rose ponderously from the table, and began to look into the cupboards.
Mrs. Tittlemouse followed him with a
W HEN he had convinced himself that there was no honey in the cupboards, he began to walk down the passage.
"Indeed, indeed, you will stick fast,
"Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse!"
F IRST he squeezed into the pantry.
"Tiddly, widdly, widdly? no honey? no honey,
There were three
T HEN he squeezed into the larder. Miss Butterfly was tasting the sugar; but she flew away out of the window.
"Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse; you seem to have plenty of visitors!"
"And without any invitation!" said Mrs. Thomasina Tittlemouse.
T HEY went along the sandy passage—"Tiddly widdly—" "Buzz! Wizz! Wizz!"
He met Babbitty round a corner, and snapped her up, and put her down again.
"I do not like bumble bees. They are all over bristles," said
"Get out, you nasty old toad!" shrieked Babbitty Bumble.
"I shall go distracted!" scolded Mrs. Tittlemouse.
HE shut herself up in the nut-cellar while
When Mrs. Tittlemouse ventured to come out—everybody had gone away.
But the untidiness was something dreadful—"Never did I see such a mess—smears of honey; and moss, and thistledown—and marks of big and little dirty feet—all over my nice clean house!"
S HE gathered up the moss and the remains of the beeswax.
Then she went out and fetched some twigs, to partly close up the front door.
"I will make it too small for
S HE fetched soft soap, and flannel, and a new scrubbing brush from the storeroom. But she was too tired to do any more. First she fell asleep in her chair, and then she went to bed.
"Will it ever be tidy again?" said poor
N EXT morning she got up very early and began a spring cleaning which lasted a fortnight.
She swept, and scrubbed, and dusted; and she rubbed up the furniture with beeswax, and polished her little tin spoons.
HEN it was all beautifully neat and clean, she gave a party to five
other little mice, without
He smelt the party and came up the bank, but he could not squeeze in at the door.
O they handed him out acorn-cupfuls of