Classic Poem

It was a tragic little mouse
All bent on suicide
Because another little mouse
Refused to be his bride.

" Alas! " he squeaked, " I shall not wed!
My heart and paw she spurns;
I'll hie me to the cat instead,
From whence no mouse returns! "

The playful cat met him half way,
Said she, " I feel for you,
You're dying for a mouse, you say,
I'm dying for one, too! "

Now when Miss Mouse beheld his doom,
Struck with remorse, she cried,
" In death we'll meet! — O cat! make room
For one more mouse inside. "

The playful cat was charmed; said she,
" I shall be in a sense,
Your pussy catafalque! " Ah me!
It was her last offence!

Reader, take warning from this tale,
And shun the punster's trick:
Those mice, for fear lest cats might fail,
Had eaten arsenic!