The Mouse

There once was a mouse named Ed.
He lived in the back of my shed.
I discovered him there
And he gave me a scare
Cause the poor little mouse was dead.

I decided to bury him right.
I buried him yesterday night.
He needed a pal.
So I added an owl.
But the poor little mouse took flight.

He ran down the yard to the house.
And the owl flew after that mouse.
So I pulled out my gun.
And then he was done.
The end.

As a side hobby I write poems for children. Mainly because it gives me something to read the kids I babysit. Please comment and tell me what you think.