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Traditional rhyming poetry

The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse

This is a poem based on Aesop’s fable of the same name.

A town mouse heard a country mouse
Was living on the land.
The latter heard his cousin had
A life in town well planned.

One day the country mouse was all
Alone and feeling glum.
He sent a message to his friend,
Inviting him to come.

He thought his friend would not accept
An invitation from
A country mouse that lived alone
And wanted him to come.

The other mouse was curious
To see the country field,
And so he went to visit him,
His interest unconcealed.

The two sat down to dinner, and
They dined together there.
They ate some barleycorn and roots
And other simple fare.

The town mouse didn’t really care
For simple food like that.
He said to him, “My dearest friend,
This isn’t where it’s at.

“You live no better than the ants—
You work so hard all day.
But you should see my life of ease.
Now come, let’s go away.”

The country mouse decided that
He’d try not to offend.
And so he left the field with him
And went back with his friend.

The two arrived and went inside
A mansion that he knew.
And there they saw all kinds of food—
The choices were not few.

They went into a cellar where
There were large bags of meal—
Some flour, oatmeal, figs and more.
They chewed through every seal.

The two sat down to gorge themselves,
But just as they began
The cellar door flew open, and
The two turned heel and ran.

They hid within a narrow hole
And shivered there with dread.
The country mouse was frozen and
He played like he was dead.

But when the cellar light went off,
The town mouse went back out.
He started on the food again.
His friend was filled with doubt.

But finally the country mouse
Believed it was all right.
He came to eat but kept an eye
Upon the door and light.

But then the door on hinges creaked.
The two ran fast away.
Back to their hole they scampered, and
The second turned to say:

“I’m off! I cannot handle this.
Your meals are purchased by
A life of fear and danger that
I know you can’t deny.

“Goodbye,” he said. “I’m off for home,
A field with simple fare.
And you can keep your luxuries.
I’ll live in peaceful air.”

It’s better living simply and with peace
Than living where the dangers never cease.

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