Three little mice, in a basket of dreams, Lifted by whispers and sun's gentle beams. Over the hills where the daffodils sway, Into the azure, they drift far away. With whiskers a-twitch and eyes filled with glee, They journey through clouds, so boundless and free. From the patchwork of fields, to oceans so wide, In their balloon, they joyfully glide. The wind sings a tune of adventure and cheer, As stars guide their way through the night clear. In their hot air balloon, fears fall like rain, For the world holds wonder, not a trace of disdain. Thus, courage balloons in the heart of each mouse, Floating adventurously, far from their house. Dreams painted with stardust, they roam the sky, In a basket of dreams, they learn to fly.