The Hitch Hiker|
Dodging logging trucks and pot holes,
Heading up to summer range,
When I noticed we had a passenger,
Although it seemed a little strange
Hunched down in the driving rain,
Hanging on as best he could,,
Was a tiny white footed field mouse,
Riding on the pick-up hood.
I donít know how he got there,
Iím sure he didnít plan this trip,
And at forty miles an hour,
I wondered how he kept his grip.
I'll never know why Mister Mouse,
Got the sudden urge to to roam,
But I pulled over, and he jumped off,
At least twenty miles from home!
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