The merry mice stay in their holes
And hide there all the day
But when the house is still at night
The rogues come out and play
They climb upon the pantry shelves
And taste of all they please
They drink the milk that's set for cream
And nibble bread and cheese
But if they chance to hear the cat
Their feast will soon be done
They scamper off to hide themselves
As fast as they can run
©sasemi
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