You can’t change anything
On a pleasant spring morning
A magician walking in the woods
Not the forbidden forest but an ordinary one
Found a mouse, all wounded and miserable
Took a pity and turned it into a nice little girl, Little Mysz
With frocks and frolics, fun and sun
He forgot Little Mysz was once a mouse
Years passed, happiness is all around
Time has come, he thought,
Like all fathers would
To find a mighty match
Choose your mate Mysz, whomever I will make him
Yours for all the eternity;
Ms. Mysz said with a strong conviction, common at that age
I want the most powerful one as my mate
With joy that unbound know only to unmarried.
Mysz went out
It’s midday and the sun is burning bright
Oh my, SUN is so powerful who can set the world alight
Avoiding the wrath of the magician and the match with rat
Sun god said, Ms. Mysz, I am not the most powerful
Clouds can cover me full, making my power nil
Mysz, paused for a second,
I want the most powerful one as my mate
I would marry the cloud god
Cloud god said, Ms. Mysz, I am not the most powerful
Yes, I can cover the Sun but winds blow me away
Mysz, paused for a second,
I want the most powerful one as my mate
I would marry the wind god
Wind god said, Ms. Mysz, I am not the most powerful
Yes, I can blow away the clouds but I cannot move a mountain
Mysz, paused for a second,
I want the most powerful one as my mate
I would marry the mountain god
Mountain god said, Ms. Mysz, I am not the most powerful
Yes, winds cannot blow me away but a mouse can dig a hole
Mysz, paused for a second,
I want the most powerful one as my mate
I would marry the mouse
Mouse is too happy to oblige
Kept quiet about the cat. Shh…
Magician changed Mysz back to its original form
Married them away
He thought to himself
I can morph anything into anything
Alas
I cann’t implant wisdom
A rat is a rat is a rat
no matter what!