A tiny creature, lives in that house,
Scurrying about, exploring; the tiny mouse.
An unusual creature, so little, so small,
Kind of short; certainly not tall.
Roaming about on his tiny little feet,
Searching, searching for something to eat.
Looking in cracks down on the floor,
At last he arrives at the Pantry door.
Finding food particles, he ate and ate
Until his tummy, he finally did sate.