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!
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.
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.
