Into the kitchen, crept a wee mouse
Out of the rain, and into the house!
In a big armchair, sound asleep,
Sat a big human, all in a heap.
Trembled the house mouse, frightened and yet
Fearing to run away, lest he got wet.
To the next shelter, half a mouse-mile!
Sudden the wee mouse smiled a wee smile.
Why don’t I hide here, all warm and dry,
Away from the water that falls from the sky?
I just need a place where I cannot be seen.
And he set off towards a big washing machine.
Soon he was scurrying, bold as could be.
Soon woke the human – good gracious me!
Rats! It’s a house mouse! loud he lamented
But fear not – for glue traps have now been invented!
Next day the mouse tried his best to escape,
Stepped on a trap and – died a horrible death because that’s what happens to nasty vermin who invade our house and upset us!!!
(Refers to: ‘The Elf and the Doormouse’ by Oliver Herford CLICK HERE TO READ THIS ORIGINAL)