The little mouse went picking fruit. She found a thimble, a straw, and a cloud. A dew escaped her through sheer height, and when the little mouse searched for a cloud, she found a goose instead. She suckled on some honey and was happy with the very ripe...

I make my net, then take my seat, and wait for something good to eat.

I hang in the breeze but never fly, I whisper a song as the wind passes by. With metal or glass, I can softly ring, A little touch makes my music sing.

My nose is long, my ears are wide, Two white swords are by my side. The biggest one upon the land, Who am I? You understand.

On the outside, I am blue. But if you remove my skin I become green. Crush me, and I turn purple. What am I?