I am so smitten with my little kitten,
She's fluffy and puffy and nice.
She plays with her ball and runs up the wall,
But sometimes she's scared of mice!

Now this might seem silly for my cat named Tilly
But it happened to her one night,
While sleeping and dreaming a mouse came a creeping
And woke her with such a fright!

“What’s going on?” It’s nearly the dawn!”
Said Tilly to the mouse with a frown.
He said, ‘It’s cold outside; I just wanted to hide,
Away from the noisy town.

So Tilly jumped up and looked at the mouse.
She purred at his ears and shoved him about.
She said, “You’re not scary. You’re as small as a fairy!
You can stay for the night, and then you’re out!”


PS: Tilly doesn’t eat mice because she’s a vegetarian!

Laura the Leprechaun lived in a forest,
Of all the Leprechauns she was the smallest.
But she didn’t care, as she was just happy,
Because she was loved very much by her Pappy.

Laura sat at meals with sages,
She unearthed truths hidden for ages.
Her unmatchable strength is her courage,
She is a budding plant of greatness.

Laura had a friend called Jane,
Together they played hide and seek in the hay.
At dawn, they roam the street with glee,
They fight at dinner over bread, butter, and tea.

Laura happily played around in the woods,
Picking the fresh nuts and fruits.
The leaves breathe freshness into her bones,
The pure air from the woods nourishes her soul.

Laura’s beauty was peer-less,
With a tender skin that was spotless.
She cheered the world with her lovely smiles,
And her happiness went on for miles and miles!

Teeny, tiny dragon—he’s not quite like the others;
He’s the smallest little dragon, compared to all his brothers.
Colors so bright that you can see from afar,
His skin is so bright—as bright as a star.

He’s the most colorful dragon that I have ever seen.
Oh, how I wonder just where he has been?
He has bright blue eyes with a very short tail,
Very slow-walking, almost like a snail!

He huffs, and he puffs, and he breathes out candy.
Much to the delight of the elf named Randy.
Truth be told, he’s a joy to the land,
They all think of him as a dragon so grand!

Take a look at him, you surely won’t forget,
A dragon like this, I’ll make you a bet:
More different than him, you will never find,
This little dragon is one of a kind.

Dangling on strings in an old wooden shed,
the puppets wait with hanging heads.
Dust filters through a shaft of light.
Everything's still and silent as night.

Suddenly the door opens with a boom.
The Puppet Maker enters the dusty room.
His smile is wide; he’s dressed in his best,
as he grabs the puppets from their rest.

The orange sun sets as he walks along,
The dusty roads, whistling songs.
The puppets are tucked in a bag underarm,
while they pass through the town and reach a farm.

A stage is set up for the puppet show,
They’re pulled from their bag and lowered below.
The quiet wood shed forgotten and past;
Replaced with bright cheering and many laughs.