2. The Clever Little Maid of Gondolin
strayed from her house in the night.
Though she'd been told to do not so,
the air was so fragrant; the Stars, so bright!
Along the white paths she wandered,
and chanced upon a silvery stream.
In the clover spied she, a beryl!
Oh! How it did glitter and gleam!
There did she reach with her clever little palm,
and scooped the gem up in her hand,
"My!" she thought, "Why I must be
The luckiest little maid in the land!"
But as she stood and admired her find,
someone drew near in the dark--from behind.
"Boo!" the voice boomed in her clever little ear,
she started and jumped with a scream;
and out of her hand popped the bauble,
which was carried away by the stream.
As she wheeled round to see who was near
tears sprang from her bright Elven eyes.
To her dismay she looked but saw naught
but a tiny white mouse that stood by.
"I am sorry my dear." the mouse said at last
"I did not wish to cause you to fret.
Please accept my apologies,
my condolences and heartfelt regret."
Upon those words her tears were dried,
and across her face grew a sly little smile.
For as the story goes 'tis said,
she was a very clever little child.
"Forgiveness is yours dear friend." she said.
"Now you shall have me and I shall have you.
For a talking mouse is worth more that a beryl;
more, I should think, than two!"
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