There is a little mouse that lives in the corner of my room,
he chewed his way through the wall behind where I keep my broom.
He comes out day and night and scampers all around,
and leaves little droppings everywhere to be found.
He chews up important papers and takes them to his nest,
some nights he sits and squeaks so loud I don't get any rest.
I have thought many times I should get rid of him,
but then I'd be so lonely, for he is my only friend.
He never judges me and is grateful for my crumbs,
and when I do get angry into his hole he runs.
But, one day I know he will die and my mouse will just be gone,
hopefully he will meet a mate with new mice to carry on.
