My Will

An arrow went through my head,
It went right through, and now I’m dead.
Hark! The angels, please be still;
First I have to write my will.
Give my room for my mouse to keep,
My bed is where she can sleep.
My brother gets the mouse’s cage;
My sister goes to the orphanage.
I regret to say I have no money,
It’s really bad, it is not funny.
But that’s okay, I don’t know who
I would ever give it to.
And my mouse, she can get
Everything I did forget.
This all I could have said,
‘Cause there’s an arrow in my head.
Jkc