乡村鼠和城市鼠

　　 The Country Mouse and the City Mouse

　　 by Richard Scrafton Sharpe

　　 In a snug little cot lived a fat little mouse,

　　 Who enjoyed, unmolested, the range of the house;

　　 With plain food content, she would breakfast on cheese,

　　 She dined upon bacon, and supped on grey peas.

　　 A friend from the town to the cottage did stray,

　　 And he said he was come a short visit to pay;

　　 So the mouse spread her table as gay as you please,

　　 And brought the nice bacon and charming grey peas.

　　 The visitor frowned, and he thought to be witty:

　　 Cried he, you must know, I am come from the city,

　　 Where we all should be shocked at provisions like these,

　　 For we never eat bacon and horrid grey peas.

　　 To town come with me, I will give you a treat:

　　 Some excellent food, most delightful to eat.

　　 With me shall you feast just as long as you please;

　　 Come, leave this fat bacon and shocking grey peas.

　　 This kind invitation she could not refuse,

　　 And the city mouse wished not a moment to lose;

　　 Reluctant she quitted the fields and the trees,

　　 The delicious fat bacon and charming grey peas.

　　 They slily crept under a gay parlour door,

　　 Where a feast had been given the evening before;

　　 And it must be confessed they on dainties did seize,

　　 Far better than bacon, or even grey peas.

　　 Here were custard and trifle, and cheesecakes good store,

　　 Nice sweetmeats and jellies, and twenty things more;

　　 All that art had invented the palate to please,

　　 Except some fat bacon and smoking grey peas.

　　 They were nicely regaling, when into the room

　　 Came the dog and the cat, and the maid with a broom:

　　 They jumped in a custard both up to their knees;

　　 The country mouse sighed for her bacon and peas.

　　 Cried she to her friend, Get me safely away,

　　 I can venture no longer in London to stay;

　　 For if oft you receive interruptions like these,

　　 Give me my nice bacon and charming grey peas.

　　 Your living is splendid and gay, to be sure,

　　 But the dread of disturbance you ever endure;

　　 I taste true delight in contentment and ease,

　　 And I feast on fat bacon and charming grey peas

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