Just another lyric to entertain all you folks at home.
For Princess, Buster, Peaches, Mr. Gray and Little Bear and all cats everywhere.
There’s a kitty in my house
She loves the taste of mouse
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
She’s the master of her fate
She’s never one to wait
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
She jumps on my lap
And she plays with my cap
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
She does what she will
And she sleeps on the sill
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
She once fit in the palm of my hand
Her green eyes tried to understand
Why there was no big parade
Or crowds to applaud her on her way
She dreams her kitty dreams
She runs the roofy beams
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
The sun is her friend
You’d think they were kin
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
She loves to jump and play
Each and every day
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouse
When she gets to cavort
She’s never out of sorts
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
She once fit in the palm of my hand
Her green eyes tried to understand
Why there was no big parade
Or crowds to applaud her on her way
She’s got long sharp teeth
And claws on her feet
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
She keeps the moles away
And all the rats at bay
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
If you’re a rat in town
Don’t come around
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
There’s a kitty in my house
She loves the taste of mouse
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser
She once fit in the palm of my hand
Her green eyes tried to understand
Why there was no big parade
Or crowds to applaud her on her way
She’s my mouser
She’s my mouser
She’s my mouser
Oh, yes, she is
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Loved this, I was putting together the middle section to expand my Down the Rabbit Hole recital to 30 minutes this morning for a hospital event and there is a section where a mouse is in the river of tears and when Alice mentions her cat the mouse is terrified and jumps out when Alice was hoping to catch a ride on it’s back. This reminds me of that.
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I enjoyed this poem for its subject matter, its clever rhymes, the repeated refrain “She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser,” that would make it fun to read to children, and the repeated stanza that stands in counterbalance to the established patterns. Very nice.
It only goes to show you that my cat can write lyrics too.
Don….meet Joanne! So funny that you both published blogs about your ‘Mousers’ on the same day. And I will ask you the same thing I asked Joanne…’can I borrow your Mouser for my office at work?”
Only goes to show you great minds. And no, you can’t borrow her. She doesn’t much like people. She tolerates me. But I understand that there is a pound near you that has all kinds of wonderful mousers. And they would love to come to your office and take care of business.
Peaches like this a lot and Kelso is angry, wondering why he wasn’t mentioned. Now I will have a cranky cat all day.
Guess you’ll just have to give him some special treats.