Not long ago, in the corner of the house, There was a little box and a little mouse. The mouse seemed content, Yet often did lament, that nothing ever changed, His life had been arranged.
One day a rat ventured into that corner of the house, And noticed the little box and the little mouse. "How dull to be stuck in a box," the rat did declare, "Come out and see the world, if only you will dare!" The mouse whispered back, "I cannot, can't you see? I am in a box. It is the life for me."
"Nonsense!" cried the rat. "I've brought you a cone," So white and bright that it shone, "Climb it and you will be free, You'll be amazed by what you can see!"
And so the mouse, he sat, And thought a while on that, Then said, "The cone is too big, I'll fall upon my head, Never mind, I'll just go to bed."
"No, no! I have tools; a map and a rope! No need for you to mope! I'll have you out in no time flat, Just try, you'll see", cried the rat.
And so the mouse, he sat And thought a while on that, Then said, "Its too complicated, And besides, freedom is much overrated. My life here is dull, but safe, don't you see? Climbing is work, and too much for me."
So the rat took his cone, And travelled back home, Knowing the choice to change, Was out of mouse's range.