“But it’s not my fault”,

cried the mouse in dismay,

“I though I knew where I was

but appear to have lost my way”

Sat at the foot of my bed

with his hands under his head,

he tried through his tears

to relate what is here.

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I set out early this morn

after nibbling on some corn

for my breakfast, on the cob is best.

I was raring to ...

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