Tommy came through snow and ice
one morning recently to place a mouse
upon the step - I think it was for me -
He placed it there with dreadful care
for the mouse was dead you see
and then he licked the mouse all over
as if to say: you'll see it's clean
and then he went away...
What could I do to say 'thank you'
to Tommy for this kindly thought
for when he comes around next time
what will he think if there is naught
Upon the step where the mouse was placed
and so I raced off to the shop
and came right back with a rattle box
marked 'Croccantini con Manzo'
I poured those nibbles into a tin
and left it there on the step for him.
He came along the very next day.
He ate the lot. And went on his way.
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