There once was a mouse
Who set up her house
In a great big chunk of cheese.
And when she was hungry
She broke off a bit,
And never said “Thank you” or “Please”.
But one fine day,
As she nibbled away, She ate up her own front door.
“Oh dear!” said the mouse.
“Now I can’t lock my house.
I’m afraid I must move once more!”
∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke