Mouse(r)
For every mouse that I caught
There were five that escaped
And so after further thought
I bought some poison bait
There were bodies here and there
Of those that had grown sick
And victory I declared
Though knew they’d come back quick
I saw some poop that others left
And war I then declared
With my new family pet
On the scene now and prepared
Before long the mice were gone
With the mouser at his leisure
Resting on his laurels
And grown fat from little creatures
To control the mice I thought twice
Of the best possible way
But the mouser had grown fat
And the mice ran and played