The Naughty Little Mouse
I saved my cake for Santa Claus
One Christmas Eve at tea;
For if riding makes one hungry
How hungry he must be!
I put it on the pantry shelf,
Where he'd be sure to go --
I think it does a person good
To be remembered so.
When every one was fast asleep,
(Every one but me),
I tiptoed into mother's room --
O! just as still -- to see.
If he had been there yet, Dear me!
It made my feelings ache ---
There sat a naughty little mouse
Eating Santa's cake.
Unknown.
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