There's a mouse in my house
We just met last week
She cannot deal cards
So we play Hyde and Seek
She ventures out late
When she thinks I'm in bed
And grey gecko giggles
Hide her pitter-pat tread
She's clearly well mannered
Though too quick to trap
She poos in the shower
But she can't reach the tap
The toilets too smooth
To climb to the top
She won't go on the floor
Cause she can't use a mop
She'll nibble on toast crumbs
Or fruit on the bench
But the garlic's untouched
So, I don't think she's French
She doesn't use doorways
Won't come when you call
She's prone to departure
Through a hole in the wall
I don't think that she'll leave
Now, she likes it inside
So I'm left her Sir Seek
And she's my Madame Hyde
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