Once upon a time in a log-built house
A girl named Laura found a mouse
She named the critter, fed it crumbs,
And didn’t think it might have chums
But soon those mice were running wild
Pa’s thoughts on them were all but mild
Though Laura cried, and justly so,
Her ma said that the mice must go
Pa boarded up each entry space
As Laura watched, with sober face
But soon she did go out to see—
Once chores were done, as chores must be—
If she could find that little squeak
Out in the field or by the creek
‘Til dinnertime—no time to tarry
Once upon a time, out on the prairie
A girl named Laura found a mouse
She named the critter, fed it crumbs,
And didn’t think it might have chums
But soon those mice were running wild
Pa’s thoughts on them were all but mild
Though Laura cried, and justly so,
Her ma said that the mice must go
Pa boarded up each entry space
As Laura watched, with sober face
But soon she did go out to see—
Once chores were done, as chores must be—
If she could find that little squeak
Out in the field or by the creek
‘Til dinnertime—no time to tarry
Once upon a time, out on the prairie
© 2025 Teresa Miles Kephart
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