There was a time, so long ago

Before hellgates was known.

When natures time began to flow,

and earth was but a stone.

Together lived a fox and mouse,

They called each other 'friend'.

No matter what came to arouse,

They'd stay there 'til the end.

'Twas once upon a misty morn,

The fox went to explore.

The day had only just been born,

He came upon a door.

Beyond it lay a land of fire,

of terror and of hate.

The fox, that day, became a liar.

He spoke about the gate.

"Beyond a door I found today,

There was a wondrous place.

A land of riches was at bay,

ample with peace and grace."

The foxes cunning plan was this,

To show his friend the gate.

The mouse, then, ignorantly bliss,

Would find his torment great.

He would be locked inside a 'hell',

The fox had dubbed the land.

And there he would be cursed to dwell

At fires burning hand.

Before the fox had pushed him through,

the mouse began to think.

Was his friend unhappy so?

The pieces did not link.

How could his friend, the fox, want out,

into a better home?

The forest which they roamed about,

was good enough alone.

The mouse beheld the land of pain,

and then he turned around.

The upper hand, the mouse did gain.

He threw the fox right down.

"How dare stab me in the back,

I thought I was your friend!

Perhaps it is the brain you lack,

You'll live here 'til the end!"

The vermin race, and cunning fox,

were sent off into hell.

The mouse howe'er, to this day walks.

And there, remains to dwell.