Molly was a pleasant little creature,
Inclined to be shy, that is why
She spent very much time on her own;
Would like friends, but just didn’t try.

Looking in a mirror, her whiskers she brushed,
Saying why does nobody want me?
For a mouse, she was indupitably pretty;
Just one friend was her forsaken plea.

Molly fluffed out her fur, polished her nose.
She heard a voice say "What about Me?"
Looking around there was no one in view.
That voice sounds nice, she thought we could agree.

Scrutinizing her home for the third time or more,
Herbert Beetle say, with a smile on his face.
There’s an ugly bug ball in the wood tonight
My foot hurts, I can’t walk at great pace.

If i could cling to your soft furry coat.
We could get there in just half a tick.
Dancing and music, we’ll have a great time
You’ll meet plenty to make your heart click.

The moon shining down added to the allure.
Dancing was joyful and spry
Molly scuttled around with a mouse
He smiled with innuendo in his eye.

Molly soon had friends, a dozen or more.
Life was happy carefree and good.
Best of friends was Molly and Herbert
Kindly taking each other to the wood.

© Kathy McKay Sinclair