Little Mouse and the Lion
Deep in the jungle there came a loud scary sound;
It was known by all creatures that lived on the ground;
twas not from a chimp, or elephant nor a tiger or bird.
Even tree dwellers grew quiet at the noise they just heard.
The roar of the great beast ,the Lion,and he was not far away.
They all knew the King of the Jungle was not coming to play.
Some scurried up trees, while others hid under ground.
The forest grew quiet; no one dared make a sound.
There was one little fellow who didn’t seem to know;
to fear the thunderous noise and make quick plans to go.
“Where is everyone?” He looked round him and said.
“Run Little Mouse,” screamed a voice from over his head.
Then from nearby, came yet another earth shattering roar.
It was a sound that the young mouse had never heard before.
“Please run Little Mouse! You simply must find some cover.”
Someone else chimed in, “Yes run… run to your mother!”
But the Little Mouse didn’t see what all the fuss was about.
He was curious to see what was making the rest of them shout.
He crawled up a big rock to see what was making that sound.
He saw the Lion in a poacher’s net, very far off the ground!
Little Mouse thought for a moment, then climbed down from the rock.
“I must go and help that poor creature; he’s clearly in shock!”
Little Mouse scurried to reach the place where Lion was swaying;
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you down!” Little Mouse started off saying.
“How can you possibly help me?, “ growled Lion in a mocking reply.
“You are so tiny and weak. You couldn’t help something small as a fly!”
The Little Mouse ignored him, while putting his hand under his chin;
“I have an idea that might help you sir.” Little Mouse said with a grin.
He climbed up the tree, where the netting was strung tight;
Little Mouse gnawed at the ropes, all through the long night.
As the sun came up, he squealed “It’s finished. You are free!”
The net fell open, quickly dropping Lion down from the tree.
Little Mouse looked from the limb, at his newly found friend.
Lion said meekly, “I certainly misjudged the hand you could lend.”
The moral of this story is ever so clear; can you guess it up front?
Even the strong sometimes need help; from a weak little runt!