The Mouse and the Lion

In a jungle deep, a lion slept sound,
A tiny mouse, nearby, hopped around.
He teased the big cat, with playful delight,
Climbed on his back, with all of his might.

He nibbled his ear, then let it go free,
Then nipped it again, as happy could be.
At last, the lion woke with a roar,
At the naughty small mouse, he was angry and sore.

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He grabbed the mouse’s head in his paw,
The playful one trapped, against nature’s law.
He thought, “I’ll crush you, you pest so small!”
And lifted him high, about to let fall.

“Oh, silly small mouse,” the lion did say,
“With the king of the beasts, you shouldn’t play!”
The poor little mouse, with fear in his eyes,
Begged for his life, with pitiful cries.

“You are the great king, of creatures so grand,
A tiny mouse like me, is nothing at hand.
A lion should fight with a lion so bold,
A cat chases mice, as we’ve often been told.

You’re mighty and grand, I’ve done a bad deed,
Your forgiveness I beg, it’s what I do need.”
The lion felt pity, at the mouse’s plea,
He opened his paw, and let him go free.

Now listen, what happened, a few days along,
The lion himself, was caught where he’d gone.
A hunter set traps, for a wolf he did seek,
But the strong lion got caught, so helpless and weak.

The mouse heard the news, of the lion’s sad plight,
He rushed to the scene, with all of his might.
He gnawed at the ropes, with his teeth sharp and small,
To help the great lion, escape from the fall.

This tale that’s sweeter than candy so fine,
Has lessons for us, in each rhyming line.
First, if you’re not strong, don’t pick a big fight,
With someone much tougher, with all of their might.

Second, to forgive, is a wonderful thing,
For great ones to pardon, makes our hearts sing.
Third, we should be thankful, for kindness we find,
Appreciate goodness, with heart and with mind.

Fourth, what you do, good or bad, it is true,
Comes back to yourself, it will find its way to you.
Fifth, don’t look down on those who seem small,
For even the weakest, can help us stand tall.

The lion let go of the mouse on that day,
And the mouse set the lion, from the hunter’s snare, free to stray.
In this world, a small, humble mouse, it is clear,
Can be the one to save, a great lion so dear.

Moral: Even the smallest and seemingly weakest can offer help and kindness that may prove invaluable.