Everybody, gather around me.

I’m telling you the story of when I ate cheese.

That day was the worst day of my life.

It started when I got cheese, but only a slice.

The mice were thirsty for blood, but hungry for cheese.

So the mice took out their knives, and I said “please.”

The mice heard what I had said,

then they said you’re lucky you’re not dead,

and with that, they took the cheese

and left my home.

Now I know to surrender when mice roam.