Brentwood Preparatory School Magazine

Our Poetry Brentwood School Preparatory 51 Mouse, Mouse Get Out Of My House I woke one morning and heard an eeek Then got out of bed and felt scratching on my feet With a big twitching nose He ran over my toes His whiskers were wiry and thin They looked like they needed a trim Even though he was a small little thing His journey was just about to begin I took him back to the nearby farm Where he was sure to be safe and away from harm By Abigail Barham 3NR A Fly on the Wall - Year Three