Once upon a time,
There was a mouse,
Who ate lemons and lime,
And lived in my house.
He snuck and slivered around,
Trying not to disturb my sleep.
He thought he was special,
He thought he was cool.
He was as basic as mice can be,
Cocooned in his world,
In a garden of unhatched butterflies,
They were all the same.
Near the end of the garden,
A caterpillar sat,
He wore a hat.
You are not this caterpillar.