Across the hallway
a Little Mouse crept
Not making a sound
as the other mice slept
She was light on
her feet, with toes soft and smooth
But no one knew she
secretly wore shoes
Little Mouse knew
to make no noise at all
Or she would end up
like her sisters down the hall
This room was a
scary place, there were no doubts
As was heard from
voices, discharging loud shouts
Little Mouse weaved
her way between boxes of junk
Never knowing what
darkness might bring a Ker plunk
She knew of a
wheel, which lay in the distance
A wheel she could
tread, with resolved persistence
It was fun on this
wheel that went round and round
Going nowhere it
seemed, and making no sound
But Little Mouse’s
days for sure would be numbered
If she fell off or
stumbled, or somehow blundered
So Little Mouse
made no mistake, not to be seen
Caution was her
forte, ears up and keen
In her nights of
play and days in sleep
As Rats scurried
'round, she made not a peep
Her secret was
safe, to no one in particular
Just knowing she
had shoes
She could play on
something circular
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