More Than a Soft Toy

My nephew had a grey Mousie,
When he was a small boy.
He took it everywhere with him,
His precious mouse soft toy.

If Pete became upset would cry,
I want my Mousie now.
And with his thumb in his mouth,
With Mousie settled down.

This Mousie was a soft grey toy,
Given to nephew Pete.
When he was just a babe in arms,
No other could compete.

Pete loved his Mousie very much,
But due to wear and tear.
Mousie began to disappear,
But Pete he did not care.

And over years poor Mousie lost
His stuffing and was flat.
Yet Pete still carried it around,
A scrap of this and that.

Until the only piece of him,
Was just a little ear.
But to young Pete his Mousie was
His comfort, loved so dear.

Now Pete’s a man, but can recall,
When he was just a boy.
His favourite toy was Mousie,
That gave him so much joy.

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