When out walking this fine day

I came across a mouse

Grey and brown a mixture of

He couldn’t find his house

 

Said I to the rodent

Where last did you see it?

‘Twas way over yonder

Strewth, I’m such a twit

 

Asked I in bemusement

Why do you say that?

Because I’m forgetful

And . . .oops . . .kersplat!

 

Dear reader to a mishap

I must now confess

The pipsqueak felt nothing

That fact I address

 

For as I stepped forward

His abode to espy

He scurried under my welly

I’m afraid he did die.

 

The moral of this tale

Is perfectly clear

If approached by a field mouse

Ignore it