NIBLOSH

 

baby mouse

NIBLOSH

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“Who is my favorite Little Girl?
Are you ready for a story?”

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Niblosh was a mouse.

He lived underneath our house.

Behind our rosebush

Niblosh met his friends.

They talked of all odds and ends

‘Neath the high crow’s tush.

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Bumba was a bee

She, in camaraderie,

Told the latest buzz

To Niblosh, saying,

“You won’t want to be staying.”

Niblosh asked, “Because?”

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“Because,” Bumba hummed,

“You are going to be bummed.”

Niblosh begged, “Please, say!”

Bumba then complied,

“Little Girl who lives inside…”

“Has to go away…”

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“From me?!” Niblosh wept,

“Cookie crumbs were all I kept.”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Little Girl loves me!”

Bumba asked, “Does she really…?”

“…A love is lifelong….”

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“Little Girls grow old.”

“Then your name will be untold.”

Niblosh cried out, “No!”

Bumba said, “No tears!”

“You will count days, months, then years.”

“Now will be ago.”

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Little Girl came by.

Bumba said, “I’ve got to fly.”

Little Girl called out,

“Niblosh, can you hear?”

“I have to tell you that…we’re,…”

“…now please do not pout,…”

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“…Leaving from this place.”

“Don’t have a sad face.”

“YOU WILL LIKE THE NEW PLACE TOO!”

And so Niblosh squeaked

And up the rosebush he streaked

To Little Girl’s view.

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He jumped in her purse

For better not for the worse

To find she loved him.

But please don’t bother

To repeat unto Father

Her innocent whim.

 

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“Yes, my favorite Little Girl, I know this tale should be true.
My imaginary daughter, so too should you.”

 

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