• It's cold and grey,
    My paws are sore.
    All work, no play
    This winter bore.

    I want some chow!
    I see a shuffle,
    I hit and pow,
    A mouse, or a truffle?

    That mouse is doomed
    In badger paws
    I greatly loomed
    With open jaws.

    "I beg, please wait!"
    That mouse did cry.
    Without any hate
    In his small eye.

    "I can get you
    What you desire
    But spare me do
    The funeral pyre."

    He gave to me
    A little nut
    And I could see
    Exactly what

    He could house
    Within his mind
    This little mouse
    Is quite a find.

    I heard his plea.
    "You're quite a treat!
    Please get me
    Something sweet to eat."

    I told him this
    With a badger smile
    One of bliss,
    That goes a mile.

    He returned
    That happy face
    It's where I'd learned
    A friendship's base.