Of Mice and Men
There's a vole in the house
Brought in by the cat
Or a shrew or a mouse
- Or it could be a rat
To resolve this dilemma
It must first be caught
At hiding they're clever
So the chase may be fraught
So nimbly it scuttles
In a dark spot to lurk
From shadows gleam a beady eye
A whisk of tail in the murk
Swiftly is zips across the floor
Like a living clockwork toy
Behind the sofa and under the door
To catch it requires a cunning ploy
It slips behind the bookcase
And in amongst the cables
With consummate ease it leads the race
To catch it you are quite unable
Picking it up is not advised
You shouldn't slip your hand beneath
This is a lesson to the wise
These creatures have needle sharp teeth
The answer's a plan both simple and neat
Lay out a wellington boot
The opening close to its whiskery nose
And in it will gratefully scoot
Now you must make a painful decision
To check that it is safe inside
Do you put in your hand to feel for its hide
And risk it being nipped with precision?
The moral is a simple one
As a vital vole accessory
Inside all well-ordered homes
Wellingtons are necessary
