Oh little fucker, you'll soon be dead.
I tell you that I'll have your head!
How can such wee voles vex so?
I can't see you, but hear you though.
Across the floor and walls (I think),
though in Mount Everest in the sink-
there is evidence of you!
Menacing vole, I know your poo.
But what to do? No felines here
to slash you up from tail to ear.
You hate the traps, or love them so
since you take the bait and go
A skittering and shitting too.
Oh how I've grown so sick of you.
This madness has to end you know.
Even though outside there's snow.
I am begging, please just go!
It's colder here inside daft thing,
and with you do diseases bring.
I'll have your head yet, just wait and see!
Oh wait you can't, since dead you'll be.
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