Aunt Louise

Aunt Louise was a rodent Who preferred to call herself, mouse And out in the gamboling country Had a sleek modern hideaway house The door was disguised by a boot Whose toe was quite deftly chewed out And a quaint little stair descended To show a most well concealed route The soil was a clay most compacted Excavated most patiently slow And no water nor creatures could crack it Neither hail, nor sleet, nor snow The neighborhood creatures would marvel What a crafty genius, Louise She'd say come down for a spot of tea, now And close the door behind, please The door was most clever of all For it looked like a fragment of sock Left behind by the boot's missing owner But concealed there, a small sandstone rock When the painted side of the rock Was in sight at the top of the house It meant that Louise was at home Like the most respectable mouse When the raw side of the rock was showing It meant, don't bother to come down For Louise was bound to be shopping Over in the nearby Mousetown. The rock was bright red at Christmas On St. Paddy's, was bound to be green; But her most favorite day was Valentine's, When a gorgeous pink was there seen. But one day a terrible accident Befell poor Mrs. Mouse's door It was a hulking monster of metal With a disconsonate roar A lawn mower chewed up the boot And it spit out the piece of sock And it crumbled the hapless sandstone Till it no longer looked like a rock So Aunt Louise had to move then To another den down the way Where she never again would mention The quaint little house of old days.