Sewing mice 

A game only played between Zone one to six 

As I plead for my turn because im a child

And argue my case to play 

As missing marbles Have merely strayed 

And still believe in sewing mice kept in 

Briefcase winged and feet and inching 

Towards Whisky 

That helped lions To talk of the still 

Waters and the joy they bring 

Of freshly layed eggs.