'Rocks In A Hole' Poem by Linda Winchell

I placed rocks in the holes, of your house enterances today,
Blocked you in was my thought, your not getting out to play!

Then I seen your tiny head, poking up from beneath the ground,
Wonder what I was thinking, those rocks wouldn't hold you down!

As small as you are, you have a strength untold,
You store up your summers harvest,
And then await onset of winters cold.

I think I'll put nuts next time,
Down the holes of your house.
You'll sleep and eat plenty now,
My little friend, Mr. Mouse.