In an ugly blue house
lives a little grey mouse
He eats tasty treats of whats left instead
making friends with a big black dog, with a bandage on his head
All the days the dog spends sleeping away
Dreaming of tea with the mouse
The cats and birds have a peace agreement
The squirrel made his home in a hole near the easement.
All the walls were all but gone
An open concept to marvel upon
And here he writes dusty and proud
And wonders what he is doing quietly, aloud.
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