a tiny tale....

There was a mouse, a tiny little one,
Lived in a hole, furnished retro-style;
That wasn’t her style, that’s who she was,
Ready to embrace the world in arms flung wide.

Tiny as they were, not much caught the hug
But she was so happy, she hugged tight;
So tight that she missed a few breaths
But she was happy; What’s a breath worth?

This tiny mouse, the mouse that hugged us so,
Didn’t know where she was going wrong,
A hug so tight and arms so small
At one time not much remained with her.

One by one they slipped and went,
Cursing her that she’d hurt them so.
Ahh…she said, I can’t live less
I want to live like Ulysses;
I want to hug so tight that it’s all mine
& I’ll live like this, I know I’ll be fine.

So our little mouse, who lived retro-style
Is happy clinging to - a few that remain;
The few that don’t care how much her hugs hurt
They’re just happy that they can stay close,
They’re just fine that she’s a happy mouse,
They’ll be there whoever comes and goes.

So let’s just hope that our little mouse
Learns to hug less tight, so that at least her owns
Aren’t ever hurt, ‘coz she doesn’t want it so;
She’s a silly mouse, a mouse we can cling to.
She’ll care, she’ll love, but she’ll hurt unaware,
But the lord will help her learn, let that be our prayer!