She’s a mouser

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

 

8 thoughts on “She’s a mouser

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

    • 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.

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