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!
Copyright © Anne-Marie Lee | Year Posted 2008
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