Jonty
Little Jonty Mouse
Sees a beautiful dove
Come down with a flower,
A bloom from above.
Yes, a small round flower
With petals of blue,
His ever-so favourite,
FAVOURITE hue!
And the colour is joyful,
The scent is a treat
As it wafts to his whiskers
While down on the street,
But just where to put it,
This beautiful bloom –
Perhaps in a vase
In his bare little room?
“What a wonderful flower!”
His neighbours say,
As he walks down the street,
As he wends his way,
But the mice with their cares,
Not one of them sees
As they talk of gold
And the price of cheese…
While they talk of their money,
Of things they will buy,
They’ll never see flowers
That come from the sky.
Well, Jonty HE sees
It’s a beautiful day -
But not in a street
Where it’s dark and grey…
For Jonty he sees
A little sad mouse
All shivery cold
In her little dark house.
So, who is this mite,
This poor little mouse
In the cold, grey room
In the cold, grey house?
He offers the flower
(It’s time to let go)
And she catches the bloom,
Her heart all aglow.
“Don’t leave me,” she says,
“I’ve crumbs and some cheese;
I’m sure it’s enough,
So won’t you stay - please?”
At the little bare table,
She pours him some tea;
“To Jonty”, she says,
“To Jonty and me!”
And as they look out
(With the day nearly done)
They smile as they gaze
At the pink setting sun.