I think mice are rather nice;
Their tails are long, their faces small;
They haven't any chins at all.
Their ears are pink, their teeth are white,
They run about the house at night;
They nibble things they shouldn't touch,
and, no one seems to like them much,
but, I think mice are rather nice.
I learned this poem as a child and it has stuck with me ever since.
Want to have it here in case I ever forgot it. :)
Have had a reader comment that the proper wording of this poem should be as follows. Note the absence of the word rather in the last line:
I learned the poem as I wrote it above, but I'm fine either way. :)