Skiing Mouse

Mouse skier with a zizzle and a zazzle Never suffers from frostbite or razzle We cannot get him to dismount his skis Coaxing him with all kinds of stuff including please. He will no doubt be an Olympian mouse. I see him out there, projecting over a house. He’s got ramps in our kitchen, including one on the sink. When my mother sees him up there, her face turns quite pink Why can’t you practice at your own house? She asks. This is one of my houses, he says, getting out his blue flask. We did not realize we were sharing our home with him. He is one of my besties now, his name is fat Jim.