Three blind mice snatched from their homes
One blind mouse in a sea so vast,
First time swimming, hold her fast,
Plucked from the ocean, nevermore free,
Come now darling, follow me!
One blind mouse in a square so wide,
Third time running, promised bride,
Chosen with paper, freed from her chains,
Don't try running, use your brains!
One blind mouse in a forest green,
Second time climbing, not keen,
Wrenched from family, mustn't cry now,
You've got to win, only, how?
Three blind mice parading through the streets
One blind mouse in a flowing cape,
Topaz blue and purple grape,
Open hair strewn with sand and glitter,
Tributes glare at her, bitter.
One blind mouse in silver armour,
Shining bright, lots of glamour,
Audiences cheering at the sight,
No one sorry for her plight.
One blind mouse in a bright green dress,
Nothing more and nothing less,
Sparkling gems shine under camera light,
Wishes she's a bird in flight.
Three blind mice train for their deaths
One blind mouse swirling tridents blue,
Just like home where seaweed grew,
Train in weapons for a fighting chance,
Don't give them a second glance
One blind mouse throwing sharpened spears,
Ignoring her leering peers,
Bright polished steel like metals from home,
Shells for transport silver chrome
One blind mouse swirling around paints,
Just like home all dusk and quaint,
Flowers red, purple, orange, and blue,
Just like home where all plants grew
Three blind mice under the spotlight
One blind mouse in a dress of blues,
Shimmering reflecting hues,
Her style is certainly not the norm,
Like the calm before the storm
One blind mouse decked out in chainmail
Shivering and oh so pale,
Through the questions quietly stumble,
Comes of as all too humble
One blind mouse in a dress so bright,
Prancing, giggling, under light,
Answering questions without a care,
Watch the others laugh and glare
Three blind mice join the first fight
One blind mouse sees a trident bright,
Waits for the time perched alight,
Foolishly jumping into the fray,
Falls to the ground dead and grey
One blind mouse sees the distant green
Through the gauntlet running keen
Climbing the stalks, nimble as a mouse,
Catching woven on her blouse
One blind mouse sees the waving ears
With wisdom beyond her years
As the gong sounds, run for the grain field
Hide and it will be your shield
Two blind mice fight for their lives
One blind mouse hiding in the canes,
Watch them travel up the lanes,
Snatch up his dagger and hold it tight,
Wait until the morning light
One blind mouse through the night stumbling,
Light your torch, stop the fumbling,
Slash of a sword spurting all bloody,
Fall to ground, cold and muddy
One blind mouse fights for the crown
One blind mouse climbing the bamboo
Shadows running, can't tell who
Jump down to meet them, brandishing staff
One short battle, strike his calf
One blind mouse returns to her home
One blind mouse in a house so empty
Closing eyes, count to twenty
Scared and broken for being the last
Just try to forget the past