There is a mouse,
Here in my house.
It does not run
But comes for fun,
To scare my wits
To little bits.
I do not like it, Sam-I-Am,
I do not like it--not a fan.
If this mouse should wish to stay,
I'll ask him back another day
When, armed with traps and poison, see,
I will be rid of this new enemy.
I do not like the mouse that ran,
I do NOT like him, Sam-I-Am!
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