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Late in the evening
At half past nine,
I was sweetly sleeping
In this bed of mine.
I heard a little "knick, knick"
Coming from the door,
I waited for a minute
Then I heard it once more.
Now mind you, it wasn't
A "knock, knock" at all,
But a tiny "knick, knick"
On the door by the hall.
So I tip-toed down
To the door of my house,
And when I opened the door
In walked a little mouse.
With his duffel bag stuffed
In a galvanized pail,
With pince-nez glasses
And a shiny waxed tail.
A measly little,
Weaselly little,
Pink-nosed mouse.
"Do you s'pose you could let
Me in for awhile?
I'm all but worn out
'Cause I walked a whole mile.
It is cold out there
By the frosty moon,
And the cat and the owl
Want to eat me soon.
So I said "OK,"
You can stay till spring,
But you have to leave
When the blue birds sing."
So he parked his pail
By the pantry door,
And his duffel bag
On the dining room floor.
He thanked me then
With the slightest bow,
With the wink of his eye
And a raised eye-brow.
That measly little,
Weaselly little,
Pink-nosed mouse.
Now it wasn't very long,
'Bout a week or two,
And his wife moved in,
And his children, too.
And his kin folks came
From the woods out back,
And his country friends
By the railroad track.
And his mother-in-law
With her city friends,
Came from a neighborhood
That never ends.
And the nerve of those mice
And their love-sick mates,
They begged for dinner
By tapping on their plates.
And they ate my food,
All my flour and rice,
My cookies and my crackers
They wiped out twice.
Those measely little,
Weaselly little,
Pink-nosed mice.
When I lay in bed
I could hear them chew,
On my brand-new rugs
And my carpets, too.
And they scampered about,
And they scratched the walls,
And they partied all night
In the closets and halls.
But one such night
As I lay in bed,
I heard a soft "knuck, knuck,"
Sounding in my head.
Then I heard it again,
What could it have been?
When I opened the door
A cat walked in.
With a hand-basket full
Of pink and yellow yarn,
And a straw-tick pillow
She had filled in a barn.
Do you s'pose you could let
Me come stay here and eat?
I'm really quite starved,
I could use a little meat.
And what do you all,
Everybody,
Think about that?
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