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| 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. |
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| 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." |
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| 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." |
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| 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. |
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| 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. Written By Elaine V. Hall Graphics by Penny Parker |