In a little house lived a mouse so sly,
But she hated it when folks would spy.
She’d nibble her cheese in a quiet breeze,
Craving something she called "privacheese."
The cat would peek with a mischievous eye,
And the mouse would sigh, “Oh me, oh my!”
“I want my cheese without all the eyes,
Or I’ll hide away from all the spies!”
So she built a wall from crumbly cheese,
Hoping to munch in quiet and peace.
“No peeking, please, it’s my time to feast,
For what I need is some privacheese!”