A wee run fir the wains…
I once knew a Mouse!… Whispered Papa Matt
Who lived in a house… Two or three doors down
” Had he a tale whispered Baby Islay”
Yes and his tale which I’ll tell… Was as long as a rope
His whiskers… As long as the tails of your coat
His Squeak was a Squeal… As he summoned his Troupe
All around him… There where White ones and brown
Ones Pitch Black ones and fawn ones… And!
Fat ones and thin ones… Not forgetting their master
At arms him self… The great spotted red bearded
King of them all…with his tail flicking like a whip!!
With a Crack like a stick… Attention!! he growled
To his motley crew… as he twirled his whiskers
Here’s what we’ll do…
Here is my plan… we shall pester old grumpy chin
While raiding his kitchen… His troupe in reply
All cheered and said Aye!!
…………
Soon the mouse troupe was set loose
Sneaking and scampering aw roon the hoose
Up high on top of the pantry all round the floor
In kitchen cupboards and all of their drawers
Skittering and whizzing all over the place
As poor old grumpy chin snoozed on his couch
With a foolish big grin stretched from chin to chin
His big Rollie poly belly was shaking like jelly
One mouse even ran over his head laughed!!
Then said if Eee weren’t snoring yud fink Eee wer
Dead!!
Just then the Cat flap lid fell!!
Run for your life!
Echoed all round the hoose
Bob Cat is back!! Bob Cat’s back…
So off they all scattered back down their holes
As Bob Cat came screeching a meowing and hissing
Cross the floor hitting a lamp stand
That smashed to the floor with a thunderous CRASH!!
ARRgg!!! screamed old Grumpy Chin with a startling
Roar! what the Sam’s mittens caused that!!
All the mice now hidden were chuckling with glee
At old Grumpy Chin giving Bob Cat a scolding
Without letting him explain?
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