there was once a cobbler he lived all alone in little house with no tv or a phone
he loved making shoes it was his pride and joy making lots of shoes for every girl and boy
one night while he was working he  saw a little mouse running up and down and all around the house
he was very friendly as happy as can be he went up to the cobbler and sat upon his knee
both of them were happy that was plain to see happy and content and both had company