Giving Daddy Mouse a Hard Time
They were jumping and scooting and sliding on their rear.
It’s mama! One squeaked, and they stopped in middle of high gear.
Daddy was glad, for he was ready to read from a story book.
False alarm! One said, and they jumped up giving him a sly look.
They were using their bed as a trampoline, having a wonderful time.
Daddy tried to get them to settle down, offered them a dollar, a dime.
Just then their sly mother stuck in her curious radar of a head.
Why in the world, she asked the daddy, are these mice not in bed?
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