In back of our home the old outhouse stood;
and sturdy and staunch
was its clean-scrubbed wood.
Inside, just one seat, for who would share
a visit to that mansion rare?
Sears, Roebuck lay on a shelf nearby;
ready to help, it awaited nigh.

In a hole in the floor, a mousie lived,
watching for bread crumbs that we would give.
Tear off a piece and lay it there--
Out of the hole, little eyes would stare.
Then sniffing, and twitching its tiny pink nose,
mousie'd grab the bread, not far from our toes!

No one dared think of poison or a trap--
This mouse was a FRIEND,
not someone to SNAP!
Its greatest friend was our Mommy dear,
who taught that mousie not to fear.
Thru Mommy's tender-hearted features,
she taught her kids to love God's creatures.

And to this day, I still recall
how much she shared, and loved them all.
From the mousie in the outhouse
to the hobo at the door,
they never guessed that we were poor,
For the little we had, by God was blessed,
when shared with those who had even less.

Oh, yes, you CAN learn from a mouse--
should you meet one in your own outhouse!