Diary Of A Church Mouse
Here among long-discarded cassocks,
Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks,
Here where the vicar never looksI nibble through old service books
Lean and alone I spend my
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Here among long-discarded cassocks,
Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks,
Here where the vicar never looksI nibble through old service books
Lean and alone I spend my
Leaves Murmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees
Lives Wakening with wonder in the Pyrenees
Birds Cheerily chirping in the early day
Bards Singing of summer, scything thro' the hay