The Runaway Gerbil

There was a hole in your cage And out ran you Head held high and laughing Like a gerbil would do You hid behind the dryer And maybe slept a few And had a merry time Thinking we couldn't catch you You grazed on paper And snacked on the lint All the while we were wondering Where the heck you went But there you sat After a bout of being free No more running and hiding You said catch me Put me back in my cage Shut the door tight Fix that hole in my roof And, watch out, I bite!