There cannot be many houses these days that have mice in the house, but in the old houses, like ours, where the floor boards are creaky with the odd gap or knot hole dropped out. This is just the sort of invitation mice need especially when the weather turns cold.
There's a mouse in the house (or more)
We often get winter visitors;
they come in from the cold,
They find a little hole or two,
and squeeze through being bold,
Then look for food and hide away,
they come into our house,
Who can blame them I'd do the same,
that crafty little mouse.
Can hear them chewing under the floor,
middle of the night,
The very board bed stands on,
a hole right through not quite,
And running along the water pipes,
so warm to their little feet,
Nesting in the airing cupboard,
in kitchen find crumbs to eat.
You're lucky if you see one,
ya can see where they have been,
Chewing at the cornflake box,
for food they're real keen,
Whole family of them hiding,
wait for us to go to bed,
Then rummage round,
find some food, attack the loaf of bread.
The cat he knows where they are,
but he's old and doesn't care,
Our dog she sniffs and finds them,
hiding under the stairs,
Barks and make a real loud noise,
but come out they will not,
So all the livestock live together,
I think we've lost the plot.
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' men, Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain. for promis'd joy!Robert Burns (1759-1796), To a mouse (Poem, November,1785)
(Translated into English)
The best laid plans for mice and men, oft go awry,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain, for promised joyRobert Burns (1759-1796), To a mouse (Poem, November,1785)