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Categories: Science fiction Fantasy Mystery Romance Business Classic Sports Young adult Humor Memoirs See all categories... |
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Categories: Science fiction Fantasy Mystery Romance Business Classic Sports Young adult Humor Memoirs See all categories... |
Mortimer's a little mouse,He longs so much for his own house.He now resides inside a holeThat's dark and dampWithout a soul.Each day he looks for crumbs and bitsAnd spots a little house that fits.The house is highHe starts to climb He reaches it in record time.But what he finds thereBaffles him,Little people are within.Animals and a baby sleeps ....No one talks, no not a peep.The tiny baby's little bedIs just his size and he is leadTo tug and pull The statues outCrawl in the bedAnd without a doubt...Mortimer has found a homeThe next few days He starts to roamFinds cookie crumbs and lots of snacksBut strangely finds the statues back.He drags and shoves them, clears the houseQuite a task for a little mouse.Then one night he hears a storyOf a little babe that came from GloryHe came to save the world from sinBut there was not a room for him.Baby Jesus was his nameAnd suddenly Mortimer felt great shame.He knew whose bed he had overtakenHe knew baby Jesus had felt forsakenHe made up his mind right then and thereTo give up his dream and not despair.Mortimer prayed and asked as he fledFor a house of his own and a comfy bed.Then Mortimer spied an amazing houseOne just perfect for a little mouse.No statues or animals, All candy and s-t-e-a-d-yHe climbed up to inspect it....And smiled .... move-in ready!