There was a tiny little mouse
That decided it was time to live in a house.
He checked the entire neighborhood,
Through the thickened weeds,
To find a place to call his own …
One to fit his needs.
When all at once he saw a home,
With an old man who lived there all alone.
He stopped by garbage cans and such,
To tell his friends he’d be out of touch;
With many sad and teary goodbyes,
He left the streets as he let out a sigh.
He settled into the place he called home,
And decided to be friends …
With the man who lived alone.
The first night he spent there,
He looked all around
To see what he’d find,
And here’s what he found …
Some pictures of a loving wife,
Some kids that he had given life;
He saw a letter left in the drawer,
And when he read it, this is what he saw …
“My dear, dear husband, I soon will be gone,
But please be strong and try to go on;
I hope that our children will be kind to you,
I hate to leave you darlin’,
But my life on earth is through.”
All at once the phone rang loud,
He ran to answer it and he sounded very proud …
“No son, it’s fine … I have places to go,
Besides, around Christmas, I’m afraid of the snow;
Billy, you have a good holiday,
And please tell the kids
Grandpa’s gifts are on their way.”
He hung up the phone and dried away a tear,
He looked up toward the Heaven’s and said,
“I miss you so my dear.”
He went to a chair and put on the TV,
And changed the channels for something to see;
When all at once, he saw me standing there,
I thought he’d try to chase me but all he did was stare.
He said, “Hi you little critter … welcome to my home!
Now I feel much better for I am not alone.”
Well, that was a while ago
When all this came about,
And now I’m feeling awful …
They just carried his body out.
I have such wonderful memories,
He was such a gentle man;
I remember the dinners that we’d share,
As he fed me right out of his hand.
I never saw his children …
Well … not until today,
As they went through the entire house,
And carted things away.
I must go back into the streets
Where friends of mine still roam;
But I’ll miss the man who lived here,
For I made his house a home.
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