田鼠阿佛｜Frederick

原著作者｜李欧·李奥尼 Food fills the belly, but poetry and beauty fill the soul An old stone wall stood by the meadow A family of field mice lived inside the wall They loved to chatter and chirp all day long The farmers moved away The barn stood empty Winter was near The mice got busy They gathered corn and nuts and wheat and straw They worked from dawn till dusk No one stopped No one except Frederick Frederick, why don't you work I do work, Frederick said I'm gathering sun rays Winter is cold and dark Sun rays are precious Frederick sat in the meadow He stared into the distance And now, Frederick I'm gathering colors Winter is grey and dull Colors are precious Frederick's eyes were half-closed He looked half asleep Are you dreaming, Frederick I'm gathering words Winter days are long We'll run out of things to say Winter came The first snow fell Five little field mice hid inside the wall At first there was plenty to eat They told stories about silly foxes and lazy cats They were a happy little family But little by little the nuts ran out The berries were gone The straw was all eaten The corn was just a memory The wall was cold No one felt like talking They remembered what Frederick had said Sun rays and colors and words Frederick, what about your supplies Frederick climbed up on a big stone Close your eyes, he said Now I send you the sun's rays Can you feel their golden glow The four little mice really felt warmer Was it Frederick's voice Was it magic What about colors, Frederick Close your eyes again Frederick spoke of blue periwinkles Red poppies in the yellow wheat field And the green leaves of the berry bush The mice saw those colors clearly Like a painting inside their minds And the words, Frederick Frederick cleared his throat He waited a moment Like standing on a stage He recited a poem Who scatters the snow Who melts the ice Who lights up the moon Who dims the daylight Four little field mice live in the sky Four little mice, just like you and I One is the Spring mouse who turns on the showers One is the Summer mouse who colors the flowers One is the Fall mouse who brings nuts and wheat One is the Winter mouse with cold little feet Four seasons a year aren't we glad What if we had one less, or one more than that The poem ended They all clapped Frederick, you're a poet Frederick blushed He took a bow He whispered Yes, I know 前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动