Xavier the Mouse

A cute little mouse, Xavier they called him,
Barely taller than the shortest cup's rim,
Clothed in a coat of red with a hat of brown,
Decided one day that he would paint the town!
Everybody doubted his little ambition,
For what kind of mouse comes up with such a mission?
Gathering all the brushes and cans he could find
He left his little mouse hole at half past nine.
It was only the morning when he started out so,
Johnny the frog was the first to see him go,
Kyle the cricket was the next to see him pass,
Looking carefully from perched on a blade of grass.
Molly the bluebird and Daisy the yellow cat
Nodded as the little mouse tipped his cute hat.
Only a fool would come up with such a day's work,
Peter the beetle thought as he gave the mouse a smirk.
Quietly and calmly all the little ones had come
Rallying around the mouse until he was done.
Simple, Xavier said, he would do it for sure!
Taking his brush and dipping it in colors so pure
Until it was coverd and coated nice and thick,
Very carefully he painted on a large wall of brick.
With humor he wrote in his little mousey way,
Xaxier the mouse painted the town today!
You may not think that this story is true,
Zany as it is, we believe what we want to.