At my French class on Thursday morning we were given a poem to memorise it is a French children's poem about Mice. Three of them in different colours. THRICE mice.
C'est la petite souris grise,
Dans sa cachette elle est assise,
Quand elle n'est pas dans son trou,
C'est qu'elle galope partout.
So she is a little grey mouse, and she sits in her hideout, when she is not down her hole she is galloping everywhere!
C'est la petite souris blanche
Qui ronge le pain sur le planche,
Aussitôt qu'elle entend du bruit,
Dans sa maison elle s'enfuit.
So she is a little white mouse, and she gnaws the bread on a plank, as soon as she hears a noise she flees into the house.
C'est la petite souris brune
Qui se promène au clair de lune,
Si le chat miaule en dormant,
Elle se sauve prestement.
So she is a little brown mouse, and she walks in the moon light, when the cat meows it its sleep, she nimbly runs away.
Well that's what I think it means!
While we are on the small theme here is a lovely little French home with a lovely little door.
Cachette the hiding place.
Ronge the mouse gnawed the bread
Miaule the cat meowed in its sleep