She Is Savior of the White Mice
She is savior of the white mice
We see her, and we run for the hills
For she thinks they are so nice
She wears them on her head with frills.
Aren’t you afraid they will bite? Brave ones ask.
She laughs at this idea, for they love her so.
She is teaching them how to manipulate division facts.
I follow her sometimes to listen for these I do not know.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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