Oh, Lord, we have a mouse in the house.
Well, between the walls to be more precise.
We hear, next to the bed, scratching of the mouse
in the wee small hours before the morning light.

Surely, he is making a nest for his mouse spouse
and the little ones for the long winter’s nights.
And while we are gone to our Southwest house
the whole mouse fam-damily will engage in insulation fights.

But this fall if I can find the opening to the house,
I’ll oust the mouse even if he thinks I’m not so nice.
I’ve been a backyard rodent slayer and, if I can oust the mouse,
my wife thinks that will be real nice and suffice.