"Hello, little friend,"

I told a little mouse

I found sniffing my shoe today.

He was all alone in the forest floor

and seems to be afraid

of the owls that are hunting him.

He climbed to my knee

and sniffed the air more

as if discerning my identity.

"I'm pleased to meet you.

My name is Andie.

What's yours?"

My newfound friend

seems to think

as he look at me.

"Is your name Todd?

Or perhaps Cody?

Do you want Desperaux, instead?"

I rambled and rambled

until he looked up to me

when I called him, "Ben!"

Now the grey little Ben

lives with me happily in his tiny, tidy hut

I made out of popsickle sticks.