Once there was a house of no importance it showed

Placed in the country of tall grass and winding meadows

An odd large tree to the left was bestowed

It was as old as on which the land it grows

A closer look at the house would then reveal

A baked pie cooling off on the windowsill

The smell so enticing in the air

This warm apple pie just sitting right there!

An older lady who lived on her own

Was the owner of this aged white home

Two grandchildren she had came over once a week

To play on the tire swing and run through the creek

The sign of the pie meant the children would soon be there

I would have to move quick there is little time to spare

I scurried through the grass as fast as I could

Hoping to get that pie before the children would

I reached the wall but had to find a way in

If only an easier way there could have been

Oh a small hole in the house to my surprise

I can fit right in and claim my delicious prize

But the lady… I must watch out for her

She’s scared of me and all my fur

I scanned the kitchen for an old lady with a broom

To my luck there wasn’t one I assumed

So I ran across the floor with my pie insight

When all of a sudden there was a boom with great might

OH NO! I have been caught!

The lady screamed “MOUSE!” for to harm me she sought

I ran in circles being chased by the broom

I jumped out of the hole escaping my doom

I ran and ran until I knew I was free

Watching the children with pie in envy.