I'm a Pest
I'm a pest,
And I'm a thief.
Though, I do not mean no harm,
I disturb your peace.
But can you give me my peace?
Can you give back what you took from me?
Only half is fine.
But can you stop your killing?
I'm only small,
So don't be afraid.
We can be friends,
The best of the best.
We are all creatures of the Earth,
And living in one household.
You're a human,
And I'm a mouse .
We are made by one god.
I'm not a real pest ,
You see?
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