Squeek, squeek! Went the mouse.
Eek, EeK! Cried the spouse.
Then, ran the husband,
Like a hero,
Through the house.
In his hand was a knife.
For to take a rodent's life,
And to save his darling wife.
But the mouse, it was fast,
Round the husband, he ran passed,
But the wife was safe at last!
She heaped praise on husband's head,
By his hand, she sweetly lead,
As she took him to her bed.
Squeeka, Squeeka, Squeeka, Squeeka!
Squeeka, Squeeka, Squeeka, Squeeka!
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I would like to translate this poem
The mouse lives, and everyone else gets laid. I love a happy ending.