The Spoiled Hamster

Here is a story I can tell to you
About a spoiled hamster who I once knew.
He was too special to live in a cage
And had his own room, painted blue and beige.

He would sleep past noon - he thought it was cool;
I would tip-toe out when I went to school.
When he awoke, he'd eat ice cream and cake -
Claimed anything else made his tummy ache.

He hired two mice to run on his wheel
And would complain when it started to squeal.
His turtle was engaged to oil the rig -
I never was clear how she got the gig.

There was not much that hamster ever did,
But not because anyone had forbid.
It seemed we were all there to wait on him,
And he just lied down and raised not a limb.

You'll likely not see one that weighs a pound
And is barely as long as it is round.
But that was to be this spoiled hamster's fate -
You know that I never exaggerate.

So you be careful - don't ask for too much;
And do not use other folks as a crutch.
Get up, go outside, and run, jump, and leap -
But not right now -- it's time for you to sleep.