Three Blind Mice ...

She found a little book ...

The story of their lives ...

She had always thought the popular rhyme consisted of just a few lines ...

... how wrong she was!

 Three small mice,

Pined for some fun.

They made up their minds to set out to roam;

Said they, “Tis dull to remain at home”,

And all the luggage they took was a comb,

These three small mice.

Three bold mice,

Came to an inn.

“Good evening, Host, can you give us a bed”,

But the host he grinned and he shook his head.

So they all slept out in a field instead,

These three bold mice.

Three cold mice,

Woke up next morn.

They each had a cold and a swollen face,

Through sleeping all night in an open space;

So they rose quite early and left the place,

These three cold mice.

Three hungry mice,

 searched for some food.

But all they found was a walnut shell,

That lay by the side of a dried up well;

Who has eaten the nut the they could not tell,

Three hungry mice.

Three starved mice,

Came to a farm.

The farmer was eating some bread and cheese;

So they all went down on their hands and knees,

And squeaked, “pray, give us a morsel please”,

These three starved mice.

Three glad mice,

Ate all they could.

They felt so happy they danced with glee;

But the farmer’s wife came in to see,

What might this merry-making be

Of three glad mice.

Three poor mice,

Soon changed their tune.

The farmer’s wife said, “What are you at,

And why were you capering round like that? 

Just wait a minute: I’ll fetch the cat”.

Oh dear!  Poor mice.

Three scared mice,

Ran for their lives.

They jumped out onto the window ledge,

The mention of “cat” set their teeth on edge;

So they hid themselves in the bramble hedge,

These three scared mice.

Three sad mice,

What could they do?

The bramble hedge was most unkind:

It scratched their eyes and made them blind,

And soon each mouse went out of his mind,

These three sad mice.

Three blind mice,

See how they run.

They all ran after the farmer’s wife,

Who cut off their tails with the carving knife.

Did you ever see such a sight in your life

As three blind mice?

Three sick mice,

Gave way to tears

They could not see and they had no end;

They sought a chemist and found a friend

He gave them some “Never too late to mend”,

These three sick mice.

Three wise mice,

Rubbed, rubbed away

And soon their tails began to grow ,

And their eyes recovered their sight , you know;

They look in the glass and it told them so.

These three wise mice.

Three proud mice,

Soon settled down.

The name of their house I cannot tell,

But they’ve learnt a trade and are doing well.

If you call upon them, ring the bell

Three times twice.

The End!

After living with the thought of the three, unhappy, 

blind, dock tailed mice for all these years, 

she is so glad it all turned out well after all for these three dapper chaps!