There were three little mice,
In their cubby hole.
Munching on rice,
On a night so cold.
Making their plans regarding the cat,
Filling their tummies,
Till they became fat.
What in the world, do you think of that.
They got so fat,
They could not leave.
So they just sat,
And enjoyed their grief.
8/17/10 Alton Texas
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