Listen to this poem

Mr. Meece

In the cellar, 'neath the house,
Lives a very timid mouse,
Hiding in the darkest space,
Leaving tracks that you can trace.

Eating bits of moldy bread,
Longing for some cheese instead,
He's not there to cause a scare,
Of your home he wants to share.

He won't cause you any harm,
Doesn't mean to spread alarm,
Just a little timid mouse,
Living there inside your house.

There's no need to get a cat,
He's much smaller than a rat,
Let the poor thing live in peace,
Share your home with Mr. Meece.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul