I’m not a *'timorous little beastie'
Who runs away and hides,
But a plastic shelled and busy mouse
Sitting by man’s side.
I do not need your bread and cheese
To keep me fit and well
Or, as other mice, must hunt to find
A home in which to dwell.
I’ve often heard it plainly said
That a dog is man’s best friend.
Tthis can’t be true for surely I
Get time my master spends.
A man and mouse so bound together
Is beyond all comprehension,
For his cat or dog would be in heaven
To get so much attention.
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