Mouser Jill

Jack and our Jill 
went up the hill
And there she broke her water.

She laid right down
upon the ground
and bore them both a daughter.

Poor Jack, undone,
had hoped a son; 
their marriage, it was fleeting.

In deep despair,
fell down the stair,
and there his heart stopped beating.

But life goes on,
so Jill wed John;
and they too raised a daughter.

A giant mouse
broke in the house,
ate all their cheese and got her. 

Off on a quest,
John was out west
to find work as a double.

You might have guessed,
Jill, sorely pressed,
addressed the rodent trouble. 

She tracked him down;
he’d gone to ground
all holed up in his hidey.

With daughter there,
she must take care:
no guns, just nice and tidy.

The mouse was sly,
he near got by
but Jill knew rodents better.

And in a snap,
she set the trap:
herself, all smeared with cheddar.

As rodents come,
he wasn't dumb
but instinct overtook him.

Got on his knees
to smell that cheese;
her big knife arced and hooked him.

The mouse now dead,
her girl in bed,
scanned headlines for a story.

There right up front:
Failed Movie Stunt
the details, rather gory.

While filming Wick,
John goofed his trick,
fell head-long through the rafters.

That third time charm
raised Jill’s alarms,
stayed single ever after.

nursery rhymerhyme

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