There once was a mouse name Meeny. He really was quite sweet, and every day, he’d walk the street and quietly repeat: “Beck is my favorite rhyme.”

Now the townspeople murmured. They questioned and mused. They were never sure what Meeny meant. For he was tiny. As tiny as they come, and many thought he was insignificant. They didn’t care for him much.

But Meeny kept on. He repeated his phrase, “Be...