Mice

How come the mice

All the cute ones with their furry little suits on

The gals and misters with the pretty little whiskers

All want to stay?

What's with the mice

Are they Catholic with those families?

Enough said.... I confront them

With a minimum of bloodshed

The "Have-a-Heart" way

But if you pull back to some point in the stratosphere

From that great height it's like mice we all must appear

Think of the mice

Always grateful when the slightest little crumb drops

Finding dinner in the dreadlocks of the dust mop

Never too proud

(Maybe we should be more like

Mice) not as noisy as a chipmunk or a squirrel

If they argue it's completely intramural

Never too loud