The Mouse has a house

And in it are

His three baby, blind

Mice

 

He packs lunch for

Them, a block of

Cheese, and feeds it

To his three blind mice

 

They walk to school

Blind, and they find

Their way home

Blind

 

The Mouse asks

His three children

How their schoolday

Was

 

One of the blind

Mice, forgets to

Reply, so he leads

Her by the hand

 

And binds her in

A mousetrap, with

No cheese for supper

To think about her unruly actions

 

But she's small,

And she wiggles herself out,

Scurrying away in search of cheese,

But her finger gets caught every time.