The Tiny Little Mouse

There was a tiny little mouse

That decided it was time to live in a house.

He checked the entire neighborhood,

Through the thickened weeds,

To find a place to call his own

One to fit his needs.

When all at once he saw a home,

With an old man who lived there all alone.

He stopped by garbage cans and such,

To tell his friends he'd be out of touch;

With many sad and teary good-byes,

He left the streets as he let out a sigh.

He settled into the place he called home,

And decided to be friends

With the man who lived alone.

The first night he spent there,

He looked all around

To see what he'd find,

And here's what he found

Some pictures of a loving wife,

Some kids that he had given life;

He saw a letter left in the drawer,

And when he read it, this is what he saw

"My dear, dear husband, I soon will be gone,

But please be strong and try to go on;

I hope that our children will be kind to you,

I hate to leave you darlin',

But my life on earth is through."

All at once the phone rang loud,

He ran to answer it and he sounded very proud

"No son,it's fine ... I have places to go,

Besides, around Christmas, I'm afraid of the snow;

Billy, you have a good holiday,

And please tell the kids

Grandpa's gifts are on their way."

He hung up the phone and dried away a tear,

He looked up toward the Heaven's and said,

"I miss you so my dear."

He went to a chair and put on the TV,

And changed the channels for something to see;

When all at once, he saw me standing there,

I thought he'd try to chase me but all he did was stare.

He said,"Hi you little critter ... welcome to my home!

Now I feel much better for I am not alone."

Well,that was a while ago

When all this came about,

And now I'm feeling awful

They just carried his body out.

I have such wonderful memories,

He was such a gentle man;

I remember the dinners that we'd share,

As he fed me right out of his hand.

I never saw his children

Well, not until today,

As they went through the entire house,

And carted things away.

I must go back into the streets

Where friends of mine still roam;

But I'll miss the man who lived here,

For I made his house a home.