Of Rats and Mice

I am in my house, With a panicked mouse. Coming back from the fridge Going through the sand-ridge Into its hole in a jiffy Then squeaking out - Yippee ! Then come two rats With a hard pat on the back Running along with its mate Making things obfuscate Around the bagful of nickels Crossing the jar full of pickles The rat and its mate came back trotting With a block of cheese that was rotting After some time in a line Came a parade f rats and mice With and hats and lice. Everyone was mournful But a mouse eating a mouthful Who was happy and glad Was making everyone sad. He ate with nosh Wearing a hat that was posh After hogging and stuffing He got up puffing, Ready for his quest Sqeaking good bye to the rest, He leaped across a runnel And ran into a thicket Never to be spotted again.