This is who we are,
wilted,
hurt,
We are all in a rough mental state
like roses in which are dying,
we are the last picked,
who wants a scarred girl and a wilted flower

there was a little man in a little house

all he had for company was a little mouse

everywhere he went the little mouse would go

even in the rain and the wind and snow



oneday he woke up. the mouse began to sneeze

and his little chest it began to wheeze

he built a little box for  a little bed

made a little pillow for his little head.



then he made some blankets to give the mouse some heat

tucked the mouse in bed tucked up nice and neat

then he made a potion to take the germs away

to help the mouse get better once more they could play



next day mouse recovered well again once more

mouse was fit and well again like he was before

the little man was happy he still had a friend

a lovely little tale with an happy end