Squeak!

Another poem i wrote when I was 7...

I'm a little mouse scurring along the floor,

I pick up a crum and then a few more.

Twisting and turning hiding and peeping,

While all the children are hiding and seeking,

I climb up the stairs and hide out of sight,

While all the children were being kissed good night,

I run and dodge between teddy bears,

And until the next day, I hide in my lair :)

Author's Note

The rhyming patteren is a bit mucky but i was little :P
Wudda ya think??