So, he thinks the game is done,
But it's been too much fun
Bouncing him back and forth between my paws
And taunting him with toothy jaws.
He used pretty words to get away
But he knows he cannot stay
For I have the cheese that is his fix
And even addicts run out of tricks.
Now my little mouse has taken a mate
And looks to love to resolve his fate.
But when he thinks he's free and clear,
That's when I shall reappear.
This is a game he cannot win.
Felines know the minds of men.
One day my little mouse must resign
To live his life by a cat's design.