Imagining

By Shel Silverstein

You’re only just imagining

A mouse is in your hair.

You’ve got to stop imagining

That mice are everywhere.

I think you’re just imagining

To give yourself a scare,

But trust me dear, I wouldn’t lie:

There is no mouse up there.

There are, however, mice here.

Three Nine Mice

Nine Mice


by Jack Prelutsky

Nine Mice on tiny tricycles

went riding on the ice,


they rode in spite of warning signs,


they rode despite advice
 The signs were right, 

the ice was thin,


in half a trice, 

the mice fell in,


and from their chin down to their toes

those mice entirely froze.



Nine mindless mice, who paid the price,


are thawing slowly by the ice


still sitting on their tricycles
...

nine white and shiny micicles

Micicles without icicles... Quite niceicles!