Sits that most audacious mouse,
Who, with many a nightly antic,
Drove poor Mamma Fittig frantic,—
Rioting, with paws erratic,
From the cellar to the attic.
This event to Plish and Plum
Was a long-sought gaudium;
For the word was: "Stu-boys! take him!
Seize the wicked grinder—shake him!"
Soft! a refuge mousey reaches
In a leg of Peter's breeches.
Through the leg-tube Plish pursues him,
Plum makes sure he shall not lose him.
Nip! the mousey with his tooth
Stings the smeller of the youth.