There was a mouse 
 in my house .
 get a paper said my mother
 but busy I saw my brother
  
 So I ran fast to the back
 where paper lied in stack
 I ran fast and I hopped
 but the floor was mopped
  
 The fact that I ignore
 Was the slippery floor
 Soon I was on my hip
 As I had a bad slip
  
 I was hurt and in pain
 Mom, pop, bro ran like a train
 Picked me up and put me down
 Still I had my face with frown 
  
 I cried and so my mother
 Laughed out, but my brother
 My mom’s hug felt so good
 gave me again a happy mood