Scampering through my house!
This is something new;
Whatever shall I do?
A mouse has not before
Run across my floor.
I'm slightly in a flap -
Shall I set a trap?
I look for all the holes,
Discover there are shoals
Big enough for him,
Since he's rather slim
To have made his way
Through the floor today.
I try to block them up.
Move food so he can't sup,
And hope he's gone for good
For I really, really would
Prefer that he was just
Passing through and must
By now have moved along,
Knowing he was wrong,
To wander through my house
That little, cheeky mouse.
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