The Mouse

There is a dark dark bungalow,

Near which the cold winds blow.

There is an enormous door,

That is rotten to the core.

There is a big dark hall,

With ceilings very tall.

There is an endless stair,

With sounds creepier than of a bear.

There is a big dirty room,

Full of dusty brooms.

In the room, there is a box,

Almost the size of a fox.

And in the box, there is a

Mouse!