THE TEN-O’-CLOCK MOUSE

A mouse made its way through a small hole
We never were able to find.

It seemed to be headed for somewhere
Or something it had on its mind

At night when the clocks said it was ten,
So we knew this mouse was not blind.

From nowhere we’d suddenly spy it
And it us and turn its behind,

Then maybe return at an hour
To safely evade humankind.

Dear mousie, come back, and we promise
Our new clocks we will quickly unplug;
Our old clocks we will not rewind!