The little god, child verse for grown-ups . i^znm^ THE LITTLE VOICE We were in the pantry by our self, Me and the cake;It looked so pleasant on the shelf, I climbed up there heard a little voice inside the cakeSay, Eat me. I dont think twas a pretended I was a little mouseTrying to get inside my house;The little voice was crying to come out,And so I nibbled all the edge about.—Then mother came, and all at once I knewIt was a wrong thing to wasnt being good,But mother understood: Mothers so dear when I have things to tell,And she can make a hurt place well.

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