Three Blind Mice

Three Blind Mice

Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they run, see how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife. Did you ever see such a thing in your life, As three blind mice with such a fright? Whiskers twitching, noses keen, They stumbled and fumbled, a clumsy scene. Lost and bewildered, bumping and tumbling, The farmer's wife's laughter, their fearfully rumbling. One brave mouse, though sightless and small, Squeaked, "We must work together, stand tall!" He gathered his brothers, huddled them close, "With teamwork and courage, a way we'll propose!" Following his voice, a whiskered chain, They navigated the room, easing the pain. By scent and by sound, they mapped out the way, Finding their cheese cupboard at the end of the day. Though tails were shortened, spirits soared high, A newfound respect shining bright in their eye. Three blind mice, with bravery untold, Found strength in their friendship, more precious than gold.