My little friend the mouse is watching me,
He comes to speak a bit while I'm at work
And every night it's always good to see
Him scamper round here with his little smirk.
I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm really dim
Since I believe my efforts somehow count
But he knows I should just listen to him
As he recites the Sermon on the Mount,
And hurries round and cleans our grotty floor
And worries not where he'll next eat or when
Then quickly disappears beneath a door
I guess tomorrow he'll be back again.
The little mouse is slowly teaching me,
To be a little more relaxed and free.
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