There’s a mouse
coming through
the door.Wait…!!
He’s brought in
some more.
It’s a parade.
A mouse parade.
S-one attend to
this charade.
The baseboards
are their ice-escapade.
A mouse parade.
S-one attend to
this charade.
The baseboards
are their ice-escapade.
Makes me shout,
Jump or pout,
when I see those
mice a-bout.
Our home they, do, attend.
Our neighbor’s,
not again.
They have a cat
who’s rather fat.
The mice they come
by our doorway.
We bought a paddle
but they wouldn’t skedaddle.
They knew no mice would
bring a cat’s entice.
So our dwelling
would suffice.
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