English poem
Dorothy Dauber sat serene
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
Dorothy Dauber sat serene, Painting my total on a screen, When a little mouse went scampering o’er Dorothy Dauber’s yellow floor. Dorothy, with a piercing cry, Clambered up on a table high; My first went madly rushing past Waving vigorously my last. Such a commotion in the house, And all on account of a little mouse.