mother mousey loves her childs prayers
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I hope heaven is full of chocolate cake
Mousey mother smiled at her child
His prayer was honest, innocent and mild.
I love you so, she told her little man.
Determined to get him crumbs from the pan.
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