My mum was reciting the following poem this evening and the last line of each verse reminded me of a popular modern day children's book. I won't say which book it is for the time being. Any thoughts?
A scarecrow stood in a field one day,
Stuffed with straw,
Stuffed with hay;
He watched the folk on the King's Highway;
But never a word said he.
A little grey mouse had made it's nest,
Oh, so wee!
Oh, so grey!
In the sleeve of a coat that was poor Tom's best
But the scarecrow naught said he.
Ragged old man, I love him well,
Stuffed with straw,
Stuffed with hay,
Many's the tale that he could tell,
But never a word says he.