the poor little mouse...

There was once a little rodent, he was a mouse

One that lived blissfully, he lived in a house

It was in that house, where he stayed in a room

One slight danger, the soft brush of a broom

Why stay in one room, when you have a whole house?

For is there such a thing as an unadventurous mouse?

The room was big, beautiful, and quaint

The mouse could run til he felt faint

Couches, chairs, dressers, and drawers

Tables, lights, windows, and doors

For if there was anything a mouse wanted, it was here

In this room filled with laughter and cheer

He had to be careful and watch for the shoes

But he loved the company and the fire’s hues

He was drawn to motion that occurred in his space

Always on the go, it was a special place

From gathering crumbs, to running flat out

This was what this room was about

So why stay in one room, when you have a whole house?

“Well why go anywhere else”, thought the mouse?

“It is this action, I want to be near

So for now I think I will stay right here”

The mouse remained for a while til one day he awoke

To loud noises, and out of his hole he was provoked

He scampered on out and to his dismay

A once bright and beautiful room, turned grey

He ran to and fro and looked all about

The room was empty, the furniture moved out

The windows were covered and the doors were shut

The mouse got a very sick feeling, in his gut

"What shall I do, where should I go?

For it is only inside this room that I know?"

The mouse pondered a minute then decided to lay

In the middle of the room where he used to play

It was there that he sat, and started to weep

He wept a while, til he went to sleep

One eye opened slightly, and the other did too

Another morning, with nothing to do

So what does one do in a room in a house?

That has nothing in it, except a little ole mouse?

Surrounded by nothing, lonely as can be

The little mouse looked up, and what did he see?

He saw a sign above the door’s crest

That said, “Beware, Vermin and Pests”.

Another sick feeling, came to his gut

His eyes once open, but now shut

The room was empty, and who was to blame?

The mouse knew it was he, and he lay there ashamed

There he lay in an empty room and vacant house

And that is the story of the poor little mouse…