FRANK PICKS AND EATS HIS STRAWBERRIES

Frank picked little red strawberries, and put them in his bowl,

Before he set each berry down, Frank kissed them with his soul,

The berries were bitter,

Frank was not a quitter,

He thought he'd roll them in sugar, at least that was his goal.

THE MOUSE KNOWS FOOD

Count the mice that run around in each diner,

The one with the most mice, that is the finer,

The preferred mouse place to eat,

Has food that cannot be beat,

If you do not like mice, then you're a whiner.