田鼠阿佛｜Frederick

原著作者｜李欧·李奥尼Food fills the belly, but poetry and beauty fill the soulAn old stone wall stood by the meadow A family of field mice lived inside the wall They loved to chatter and chirp all day longThe farmers moved away The barn stood emptyWinter was near The mice got busyThey gathered corn and nuts and wheat and straw They worked from dawn till dusk No one stopped No one except FrederickFrederick, why don't you workI do work, Frederick saidI'm gathering sun raysWinter is cold and dark Sun rays are preciousFrederick sat in the meadow He stared into the distanceAnd now, FrederickI'm gathering colorsWinter is grey and dull Colors are preciousFrederick's eyes were half-closed He looked half asleepAre you dreaming, FrederickI'm gathering wordsWinter days are long We'll run out of things to sayWinter came The first snow fellFive little field mice hid inside the wallAt first there was plenty to eatThey told stories about silly foxes and lazy cats They were a happy little familyBut little by little the nuts ran outThe berries were gone The straw was all eaten The corn was just a memoryThe wall was cold No one felt like talkingThey remembered what Frederick had saidSun rays and colors and wordsFrederick, what about your suppliesFrederick climbed up on a big stoneClose your eyes, he saidNow I send you the sun's raysCan you feel their golden glowThe four little mice really felt warmerWas it Frederick's voice Was it magicWhat about colors, FrederickClose your eyes againFrederick spoke of blue periwinkles Red poppies in the yellow wheat field And the green leaves of the berry bushThe mice saw those colors clearly Like a painting inside their mindsAnd the words, FrederickFrederick cleared his throat He waited a momentLike standing on a stage He recited a poemWho scatters the snow Who melts the iceWho lights up the moon Who dims the daylightFour little field mice live in the sky Four little mice, just like you and IOne is the Spring mouse who turns on the showersOne is the Summer mouse who colors the flowersOne is the Fall mouse who brings nuts and wheatOne is the Winter mouse with cold little feetFour seasons a year aren't we gladWhat if we had one less, or one more than thatThe poem ended They all clappedFrederick, you're a poetFrederick blushed He took a bowHe whispered Yes, I know前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动