‘Here she is, here she is!
Where did she disappear?’
In the morning bliss
A raccoon was like a spear
Following a mouse, a clever one
Who made him strain his eyes
While she was having fun
Pranking him, telling him white lies.
He nearly had her and then she was gone
Having tricked him again in their daily race
She giggled in her hiding place
Left confused he stretched with a yawn...
