by Ian Thompson
My hamster Molly
Was very jolly.
She had no cares
To ruffle her hairs.
We used to play
Every single day.
We were friends
Without an end.
She would run away
To have fun and play.
She went overseas
And climbed the Pyrenees.
She then came back
With a Swiss haversack.
She went again
To Madrid, Spain.
But then it was over
When a truck ran her over.