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Here Ernie and I were in this loud New York train yard,
I had just promised him I'd try to save his new found love.
She was a fair haired mouse, in fact her fur was so white,
That sun glaring off her could almost blind someone.

Wait, that was it, I think I figured out how to free her,
That bull was wearing some very dark tinted sun glasses.
Did that mean that his eyes were very sensitive to light?
Ernie, I said, I think I have a plan to free your damsel.

Robert, he said, she's a mouse, what the heck's a damsel?
Becoming very impatient I said she's your lady in distress.
Robert, he said, she's a rodent, she's not a human woman.
Ernie, I said, I'm not going to argue semantics with you.

What the heck's semantics Ernie said with a beady glare,
This is no time to give you a lesson in semantics I said.
Okay, Ernie said smartly, let's just get back to business, 
You know, to saving that beautiful white mouse out there.

Okay I said, so are you ready to listen to my plan or what?
Please don't answer that question Ernie, just say yes or no.
Yes, he said, but I do want to continue our dialog later.
Ernie, why I ever taught you how to talk I'll never know.

What's the plan Robert, he said, we better move quickly,
There's no time to waste and we need to save my damsel.
I just placed Ernie up on my shoulder and said, be quiet,
That bull is coming back and will soon pass by our box car.

Ernie, I said, I'm going to jump out and knock him down,
You need to crawl off my back and pull off his shades.
Shades?, Ernie said, I thought we wanted his glasses,
They are his glasses Ernie, just do what I tell you to do.

Okay Robert, he said, we'll do things your way this time,
But next time I want to have some say in our master plan.
Just then, the bull was passing by our box car with Snowy,
It was the code name I gave her for this dangerous mission.

I leaped out of the car and broadsided that mean train cop,
He was bigger than me but my hundred & twenty pounds worked.
Ernie scrambled off my back and yanked off his sun glasses,
Run Snowy, run, I heard Ernie scream to his new found love. 

I grabbed Ernie and ran for our lives across that rail yard,
That bull began blowing his whistle and yelling for help.
I just kept running until there were no more steel tracks,
Ernie began to cry, we had saved his love, but she was gone.

(to be continued)

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