A Mouse's Telescope
If you leave a mouse a telescope,
I'm sure he'll look through it.
If you leave that scope upon a hill,
I'm sure that's where he'll sit.
If you leave it there in dark of night,
I'm sure he'll try to find a light
that's round and bright and made of Brie,
then gaze upon it happily
while wond'ring how to shake it down
and share it with his friends in town
because, well that's what mice would do.
If I were one, I'd do that too.
But I'm sure if he cannot displace
that roundish piece of cheese from space,
he'll set his little eyes upon
the specks of sparkling Parmesan
that permeate the purple night:
though small, they're just as good a light.
Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2010
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