O mouse, of the wild
Mystified under the bush
Do you wear a shadow
To cover your fears
From wild tigers, standing tall
Do you dream, of stripes
To feel big, on these leaves
O mouse, of the wild
Do you see, your razor teeth
Cutting your trembling soul
As you freeze, in your size
Will you make friends, ever
With geese, and pigs of the wild
O mouse, of the wild
To unveil your teeth
Expose you do, your size
Will these eagle eyes, ever see
In fear of a looming tiger’s dust
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