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While walking down the road today

I saw an awful sight

a tiny mouse cought in a trap

oh what a painful plight

He cried as though his heart would break

and hugh tears streamed down his cheek

he lay upon his side out in the grass

so timid and so meek

He told me such a story

that only he could tell

while searching for some food this morn

he simply slipped and fell

and now he thought his life was o'er

for his little foot was broke

his tiny eyes were full of fear

and he trembled as he spoke

Well I could not let this mousie die

and I couldn't leave him there

and as I leaned down to turn him loose

he whispered this wee prayer

Please let this person turn me loose

I meant no harm or bad

I only searched for a bite to eat 

and I'm just a simple lad

A tiny mouse so grey and old

with a face so small and sad

so I sprung the trap and set him free

for it simply made me mad

that folks would set a wicked trap

out in the deep green wood

to catch a tiny creature

so innocent and so good

So I took that mousie home with me

and he has a brand new home today

a match box filled with fluffy cotton

a soft place for him to stay

And I sat before him tiny chunks of cheese

upon a tiny plate

and he filled up his tiny tummy

cause he ate and ate and ate

Now he's curled up and fast asleep

in his small box safe and sound

guess I'll go make a pair of tiny crutches now

so he can get around