I’am a little mouse,
I run around Mikes house.
I know it really belongs to me,
cause I don’t need a key.
I found a hole in a rusty old pipe.
Crawled in and took a flight.
Soared through the air-
A cat, a dog standing there? ? OOOPS? ? ? ? ?
I landed in a box of clothes soft and fluffy white
Now I have to dig down deep and stay far out of sight
Who let that cat and dog in anyway
I’ll bet it was- MEAN- OLD-MIKE
Melvina Germain
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