Bawling Mouse
Bawling Mouse
He sits in the corner
Of the house,
He is known as
The bawling mouse.
The cat stole
His piece of cheese,
That cat gobbles it
Down with ease.
I have tried to get
The mouse to stop crying,
He's a sook
There's no denying.
All day and all
Through the night,
That mouse won't
Give up the fight.
He acts like it's the last
Piece of cheese on the earth,
He's been throwing temper tantrums
Since his birth.
All he does is sit
In the corner and bawl,
He's driving me
Up the darn wall.
I'm going to give him
A piece of cheese,
Maybe that will shut him up
So we can all get some sleep.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.24/2004
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