The Tail a Little Bent...
One has to be care full as a mouse....
Once caught in a trap...the tail a little bent...
The cheese so good...many have disappeared...
Lost so many family and friends...to one simple trap...
If not so hungry for this change...life would never be the same...
This thing that brings us back...the cheese in the trap...
In the wall we hear the sounds...smell things all around...
How many are we this day...the same that go out and play...
Night is our time...what you leave for us to eat...
No cat to stop us all...and if under trapped...
Not all fall...to the death of the traps...
Just be cause...you know our greed...
To the simple smell of cheese...
One has to be care full as a mouse...
To run around in your house
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