la vie

T'was some nights after Christmas and all though the house,
Nancy was screaming "Go eat that mouse!!"
The children were gone, all prudently fled
While Papa was nicely tucked up  in his bed.

"Dear Nancy" said Papa before he retired
"If you don't do something in mice we'll be mired.
I can't watch tv with those horrible sounds
I think that the mices have bred out of  bounds"

"So out to the store you must speedily go
and find the solution to make the mice flow
Out of the house, out of the yard
And I'd rather the poor pests won't be too scarred.

Make sure that the poison won't hurt the dogs
Make sure the solution won't cause a fog.
The poor cat is aged and blind as you see
She can't really harm as much as a flea."

To store after store Nancy drove all around
To discover a nice way just can't be found
To murder a mouse that came in her house
She even tried sternly to yell a great Raus!

The mice didn't care, they went on with their day
And Nancy considered an alternate way.
Her Louie the terrier never brooked mice
He grabbed them and broke their necks in a trice.

Nature, she thought, should just take it's path
The damndogs must show a terribe wrath,
Knock off a mouse, or two or three
Show them the joys of eternity.

She looked at the damndogs
Who looked back at her
She heard in the distance
A long distinct scur.

A flurry a scrabble and scatching sound
The damndogs didn't  bother to look around.
"Go get it!" she screamed, "Go eat the mouse!"
Together the damdogs departed the house.