Mice
The mouse lives a simple life
Eating out for free
'The a la carte menu please'
He tells the maitre d
He orders chocolate biscuits
Some tasty dried fruit too
And you know when he's about
By the little pile of poo
He sleeps where it is cosy
And ventures out at night
He sniffs his way to food
And keeps hidden out of sight
But mice should live in gardens
Not behind skirting boards
They live in huge great families
Like little warrior hordes.
So if you see a mousey
Make sure he goes outside
All he wants is warmth and food
And a quiet place to hide
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