The Pumpkin and The House

In my garden grows a pumpkin 
turning orangey gold. 
Along came a little mouse,
so the story's told.
Nibble nibble went the mouse
Till the pumpkin was a house
With two big windows and a door, 
And softest feathers on the floor.
There the mouse lived well I know,
Even when it began to snow. 

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