A lion was a sleeping in his darkened den one day
When a tiny little field mouse came inside the cave to play
He raced amid the dwelling even on the lion's snout
Till the lion woke up onry and with great big paw did clout
The frightened mouse was caught beneath the lion's mighty swipe
So he then began to whine and cry to save his little life.
Ha, Ha, pronounced the lion, “I just think I'll have a snack”
And his mouth began to water and his lips began to smack
“Please don't eat me,” cried the field mouse, “ for I'll be your valued friend
And who knows that someday soon you'll need my help before your end.”
“Ho, ho, ha, ha, he, he” the lion laughed in prompt reply
You're just talking to convince me that you really shouldn't die”
“If you spare me and release me from your grip that gives me strife
You may find that I have talents that someday will save your life.”
Well the lion was amused and so he let the field mouse go
He was really cute and tiny so he thought that he should grow
The mouse did thank him most politely for his graciousness that day
Then he turned around real quick, and with his feet he ran away
Well it wasn't very long after the lion's wakened nap
That when wand'ring through the jungle he fell tightly in a trap
There were hunters there about and they did very surely hope
A lion walking through the jungle would entangle in their rope
The beast was bound inside the ropes and gave a loud and mighty roar
That was heard from miles around because it shook the jungle floor
Now not far from there a hungry mouse was sniffing all around
When he felt a mighty shaking that was coming from the ground
Then he listened very closely and he heard the lion's voice
And remembered how the lion let him go - it was his choice
So the tiny mousy hastened and his legs began to run
And he found the rope trapped lion and then to his aid did come
The lion was so desperate, but he could not get away
And the more that he did struggle, more the ropes did make him stay
While the mouse observed the rope trap and then quickly took a bite
And then gnawed about the braided hemp with all his mousey might
His teeth were sharp and as he chewed the mighty rope was cut
And a hole to let the beast out of the knotted trap was cut.
So the hero of this story is a mouse that was so small
Who convinced a toughened lion that size mattered not at all
For there's service that is rendered from the little and the weak
That can have some certain value when it looks like things are bleak
So the field mouse and the lion then became the best of friends
And that's all that there is to it, this is where the story ends.
