Two friends sat together,
In a field full of feathers.
One as sweet as a berry,
The other ever so cheery.

The two were very close,
And both thought that mice were gross
Having seen one on their toast.

They were like peas in a pod,
Some thought they were odd.
But they didn't care.
They'll just give them a stare.

But one day,
That all changed.

The two never joke.
Actually, they never spoke.
Not even a glance.
They're not gonna take that chance.

But the field is still there,
Now it lay bare.
The white feathers gone,
Leaving a thin yellow lawn.