The Ballad of the Crumbs

Peeking Mouse

There once upon a legend lived

A tiny grey-furred mouse,

Who found it his sole want and goal

To flee from Human’s house.

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He’d high-cocked ears upon his head,

A finely swishing tail,

And the fastest legs e’re known to mice

To speed him through our tale.

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His name was Crumbs, a mighty champ

Among the realm of mouse.

Crumbs was a daring prisoner

Within the Human’s house.

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He wanted nothing but escape

Within his tiny heart.

And so, when all was still and deep

He made his valiant start.

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With all the speed known to those legs

He scampered ‘cross the floor

Then tragedy! He had been seen!

He hid quite near the door.

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Time and again he made his dare

To dart forward towards the light.

But every time he sensed his captors

Watching him that night.

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Alas! He did not know how they

Desired him to creep

Away, as much as he himself!

For sake of their own sleep.

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He felt cold wind from open door

Brush through his whiskers long

He held his breath and darted forward

To freedom, towards the dawn!

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He braved the night and rain and fear

He scorned the baying dog

He laughed at humans lurking near,

And freedom lit his jog.

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So ends the tale of Crumbs, our champ

Who fled from Human-home,

Upon his speedy legs to race,

Forever more to roam.

By Clare Therese

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