had
fled frozen fields
for
the warmth of my house.
My
wife found their droppings
and
said “I'm not pleased,
to
think that these varmints
are
taking their ease
“inside
my warm dwelling;
this
outrage won't stand!
What
will you do?”
Then
I raised my hand...
“These
mice, they are finished!
Kaput
and kersplatz!
No
way they'll survive,
for
we have three cats!”
And
then we beheld
and the useless Smokey.
Disciples of Garfield,
were these pointless creatures,
with sleeping and eating
their most prominent features.
No help would be coming
from those worthless saps,
so I scrounged all around
And later that night,
before mice came a-creeping,
I set the cruel deadfall
then got busy sleeping.
So early next 'morn,
at dawn's early light,
I sprang from my bed
to find what I might.
But what did my wondering
eyes finally see,
but a clean, empty trap
and a note left for me:
to find what I might.
But what did my wondering
eyes finally see,
but a clean, empty trap
and a note left for me:
"Thanks for the cheese,
but what would be better,
instead of old muenster,
could we have fresh cheddar?"
"And what's with this platter?"
my mousy pals asked.
"We might have been killed
if we hadn't been fast!"
'Twas then that I thought
of the great Robert Burns
and his famous lament
to a mouse that he turned
Out of warm hearth and home
as he plowed in his field.
Did I want to partake
in his life time of guilt?
The best laid plans,
it is easy to see,
Gang aft agley
and I think you'll agree
There was nothing to do
but give them their cheddar.
After all, it was Christmas,
and what could be better
Than showing the love
God has for His swarm,
by letting them stay
inside where it's warm?
So out went the trap
in the cold, winter, night;
we're quite overrun
but I guess it's alright.
So to quoth from St. Nick
on his annual flight,
Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a Good Night!
"And what's with this platter?"
my mousy pals asked.
"We might have been killed
if we hadn't been fast!"
'Twas then that I thought
of the great Robert Burns
and his famous lament
to a mouse that he turned
Out of warm hearth and home
as he plowed in his field.
Did I want to partake
in his life time of guilt?
The best laid plans,
it is easy to see,
Gang aft agley
and I think you'll agree
There was nothing to do
but give them their cheddar.
After all, it was Christmas,
and what could be better
Than showing the love
God has for His swarm,
by letting them stay
inside where it's warm?
So out went the trap
in the cold, winter, night;
we're quite overrun
but I guess it's alright.
So to quoth from St. Nick
on his annual flight,
Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a Good Night!
Later, mcm fans...
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