Он был мышом, она с ним мышь,
Как ведьмы кот черны,
Ютились в норке малыши,
В друг друга влюблены.
Её был хвостик – вот такой,
Такой, как у него,
Он говорил: «Всех лучше твой,
Но меньше моего».
Она и он, почуяв сыр,
Сказали: «Хорошо!
Мы оба очень голодны,
Давай съедим его!»
Она и он, не ждав беды,
Попали в западню,
Но что случилось, не смогли
Сказать уж никому.
WHAT BECAME OF THEM?
He was a rat, and she was a rat,
And down in one hole they did dwell,
And both were as black as a witch's cat,
And they loved one another well.
He had a tail, and she had a tail,
Both long and curling and fine ;
And each said, ' Yours is the finest tail
In the world, excepting mine.'
He smelt the cheese, and she smelt the cheese,
And they both pronounced it good ;
And both remarked it would greatly add
To the charms of their daily food.
So he ventured out, and she ventured out,
And I saw them go with pain ;
But what befell them I never can tell,
For they never came back again.
