On a trip to Grandmother's
A day that was dreary
We arrived a day after Christmas
Tired and weary.
Then what to our wondering eyes
Should we see
But a red poinsetta
As big as a tree!
But that is not all
Our eyes did behold
Don't shut your ears
This story must be told.
In Grandmother's kitchen
As neat as a pin,
Was something I spied
And I had to look again!
So still and so quiet
They made not a sound
And yet I could see them
going round and round.
They circled the platter
And shone with delight
To give each passer
A shock of fright!
Oh, mice in the kitchen
I shall not complain,
Don't think me crazy
I am totally sane.
But I proceeded to pick one up
By the tail,
It gave not a squeek,
At least not that I could tell.
From chocolate to almond,
A cherry inside!
I ate all but the tail,
It was tough as hide.
I washed it all down
With lemonade and iced tea,
Then dashed away home
To write this for thee!
