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Rh And bring me shimmering shadow-robes And cups of cowslip-wine.

Then dig a treasure called the moon, A very precious thing, And keep it in the air for me Because I am a King.


 * What Grandpa Mouse Said

The moon's a holy owl-queen. She keeps them in a jar Under her arm till evening, Then sallies forth to war.

She pours the owls upon us. They hoot with horrid noise And eat the naughty mousie-girls And wicked mousie-boys.

So climb the moonvine every night And to the owl-queen pray: Leave good green cheese by moonlit trees For her to take away.

And never squeak, my children, Nor gnaw the smoke-house door: