Mice
I think
Are rather nice.
Their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any
Chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white,
They run about
They house at night,
They nibble things
They shouldn't touch
And no one seems
To like them much.
But I think mice
Are nice.
~ Rose Fyleman
This is a poem that I learned as a child. I wish I could actually see the original as over the years this poem has been copied down wrong I think.
You find it starting with "I think mice are nice", or ending with "but I think mice are rather nice". So either they add or remove the "rather". I best remember it the way I copied it. :)
Anyways, it was my favourite poem as a child, and I still like it now-a-days. :)