Mice living in a bookshop are rich in learning.
They soak up the contents of those learn-ed tomes.
There are those who prefer fiction to fact.
A field mouse in glasses is reading Sherlock Holmes.

Mice in a bookshop are so cosy and warm
If they nest near books on tropical climes.
But those that live by books about the arctic
Tend to wear ice skates; well, sometimes.

There are mice with political science degrees,
And some with a curiosity for engineering.
Whilst others dwell near autobiographies,
One is fixated on the girl with the pearl earring.

There’s a group looking into saltwater ecology.
Three more are researching Latin rhymes.
A Harvest Mouse is keen on the history of orchards.
Two in judges’ wigs are absorbed by Crippen and his crimes.

One mouse is consuming all it can about Attila the Hun.
A yellow necked field mouse is reading all about scarves.
A house mouse is now an expert on Napoleon.
Two are conducting a study into why an old mouse starves.

In the section on political science a vole is living alone.
Not integrated into the community, his studies are his life.
He’s studying all about the social stratification of mice.
With a view to sending for his children and his wife.

The Chronicles of Narnia are read aloud to a few baby mice.
Whilst a very old mouse knows all about Winston Churchill.
Some are soaking up all they can on the evil traits of cats.
Another is learning about calligraphy and the use of a quill.

A mouse who’s a research fellow has claimed the mouse world is flat.
A small conclave of elected mice elders are rewriting rodent law.
There’s a rumour afoot that a ferret is to take up residence close by.
So a dozen mice have signed up to a class on successful strategies for war.