TO A MOUSE REVISITED AND REVISED

While digging in my garden,
I came across a mouse,
But, unlike old Robert Burns,
I loved to destroy his house,

Old Burns loved the mousey,
Felt sorry for his lot,
I might like the mousey too,
If I didn’t know his plot,

The little mouse sneaks in my house,
He contaminates my food,
He leaves behind his raisons,
I think that’s awfully rude,

The mouse runs across my bedding,
He fills it all with lice,
I itch and scratch and wheeze all night,
And, pay an awful price,

Robert Burns thought that mice were fine,
He felt guilt and didn't wish them ill ,
Burns made peace with all in “Auld Lang Syne”,
With mice I know I never will,

They can send all the mice to Scotland,
To stay with Robert Burns,
He’s out on cemetery road,
With the statues and the urns.

JIM THE RATTLESNAKE

There was a rattlesnake named Jim,
He would bite you on a whim,
But, along came a bear,
That Jim did not scare,
Now in heaven Jim hisses his hymn.

Jim the rattlesnake was awfully mean,
He bit everything that he had seen,
But, from above,
Jim fell in love,
With a rattlesnake named Darlene.