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The city mouse lives in a house; –
The garden mouse lives in a bower,
He’s friendly with the frogs and toads,
And sees the pretty plants in flower.

The city mouse eats bread and cheese; –
The garden mouse eats what he can;
We will not grudge him seeds and stalks,
Poor little timid furry man.

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