Ode to a Country Mouse – dedicated to ‘fromtheAsh’

 
There was once a little country house
Who lived happily in her country house

She scurried around, would dance and sing
She just had love for cheese and everything

Known in the town as a mouse who’d never frown
Raised anyone up who was feeling really down

She was as cute as a button; her smile never fails
She wrote beautiful poetry telling wonderful tales

Nathaniel L’Strange was the master’s only son
He was all about pranks and that cruel kinda fun

He caught this gentile country mouse
In the kitchen of the country house

Stolen cheese: In a fit of rage
He locked the country mouse in a cage

She squeaked and cried until she was almost sick
As he called her bad names and poked her with a stick

Her rescue came from an unlikely source
As he was grabbed by physical force

His mother the Countess had seen enough
It was time for love shown as being tough

Animal cruelty and in a rage
She locked her son inside the cage

He squeaked and cried until he was almost sick
As she called him piggy and poked him with a stick

She left him there over night
In order to give the brat a fright

He cried out in terror in the night
But was not prepared to see the sight

Of the country mouse carrying a key
She opened the cage and set him free

He served her milk, he gave her cheese
You can eat as much as you please

And so the country mouse
Still living in the country house

Is now loved by all. no one gets on her nerves
Because it’s only love that she really deserves