Classic Poem

One mouse, two mice
Three mice, four,
Stealing through their tunnel,
Creeping through the door.

Softly! Softly!
Don't make a sound,
Don't let your little feet,
Patter on the ground,

There on the hearthrug,
Sleek and fat,
Soundly sleeping,
Lies Old Tom Cat.

If he should hear you,
There'd be no more,
Of one mouse, two mice
Three mice, four.

So please be careful
How far you roam,
For if you should wake him,
He'd chase-you-all-home!