Why You Mouse

Oh my goodness! Are you really a mouse? So why don’t you explore My house Where are your four feet? To run fast through street You don’t even take a stride Only keep on sitting By my computer’s side How strange! You don’t have any hole And don’t hide away To see a cat’s goal You neither cut my clothes Nor break any bowl How simple your life is! For you never cause During silent night’s bliss How can I say? You a mouse anyway But wait Let me think and say You cut a lot In a document’s plot You have a tail so long That enters into A hole called slot Although your role Have changed over all For you are in a modern age Of computer’s craze You can enter Anywhere in a computer You can cut you can role You can hide without a hole You can run you can pause This why You are a mouse