Gloria thought she was so witty,
But it was cold in Hanna City.
She lay in bed,
And knocked her head
Against the clock nightstand.
She typed, her phone in hand,
"I just want to be heard
No longer the little bird.
I want to yell and scream,
But such is only my dream."
For she was the most quite
Respectful, friendly, and polite.
She didn't speak out.
She would cry but never shout.
Yet still, she was stuck
With such misery and bad luck.
Christmas was soon to come,
But she wouldn't be where she's from.
She'd still be stuck away in another house
Inside of which she was only a mouse.
