Railway Children Memory

 

Poor Little Mice by Kathleen Bridget Brown

(A memory from the eldest of the Railway Children)

Bowls of poison placed everywhere
Parental orders that we left them there
Why are they killing, they’re not being fair
We pleaded, but it did no good

Poor little mice, dying and dead

We gathered, force fed them ,put them to bed

Laid on a match box , tissues at their head
In the back of an old tonka truck

One little mouse its leg we did bind

With a match for a splint, thought we were kind

We searched for them all, not one left behind
And we cared for all that we found

We nursed and we tended day after day
Till all the poor mice had passed away
Couldn’t they find another way

To live in a mouse free home

To all the dead mice a funeral we gave
A prayer at the hole where we’d dug the grave
we blamed our parents for the mice they didn’t save
Poor little mice - all gone.