My mouse is out, my mouse is out,
is scooting through the house.
It managed to escape its cage—
it’s clever…for a mouse.
It waited till I went to bed,
then softly, while I slept,
it engineered its freedom…
its ingenious and adept.

The rodent is resourceful,
and unwilling to be caught.
It’s possibly the smartest mouse
that I have ever bought.
My sisters and my brothers
are assisting in the chase,
but my mouse is too elusive
as it darts from place to place.


So far our finest efforts
haven’t been of any use.
My mouse is keen, and capable
of staying on the loose.
It’s taking full advantage
of the fact that it’s so small —
it’s fled beneath the sofa,
where we cannot reach at all.

My mother’s shrieking in alarm,
and bolting from the house.
“I won’t be back,” she’s promising,
“until you catch that mouse.”
I hope we catch it very soon,
though it’s no easy chore,
for even though I love my mouse,
I love my mother more.