For one as oneself
Have you heard the story like this one?
Now, listen!
There were a lion and a mouse
to be the mouse from a lion and to be the lion from a mouse.
That lion lived in the jungle.
Everyone said what a find lion he was.
That is until he opened his mouse to roar.
Then out came a tiny squeak.
That the lion was so ashamed he ran deeper into the jungle.
That mouse lived in a hole in the ground.
Everyone liked her until she started to squeak.
Then came out a great roar.
"Go away!"
her friends cried.
"You’re too noisy."
Sadly the mouse wandered deep into the jungle.
One day she met that lion.
She jumped with fright and let out a great roar.
That lion jumped with surprise and squeaked.
They stared at each other for a long time in amazement.
"You roared like I should,"
cried the lion.
"And you squeaked like I should,"
cried the mouse.
"We can help each other,"
they both cried together.
Then marched through the jungle
and, when they met that lion’s friends, that mouse roared.
Everyone said what a fine roar he had.
They visited that mouse’s hole in the ground.
That lion lowered his head and squeaked.
"How nice to hear you sound like a mouse,"
her friends said.
"Do come back home."
But that mouse shook her head.
"It’s best this way,"
she said winking at that lion.
"We belong together."
said that lion.
"For me as you, for you as me."
they both cried together.