An ode to the late Little Stuart Little

There once was a gray little mouse,

A resident of our new house.

We thought he was cute

And seemed to be mute

So we went on listening to Strauss.

'Til one day we noticed a snag

In our beloved Oreo's bag.

We knew it was he

With the whiskers and fleas

Who'd broken in: oh, what a gag!

Since Stuart had eaten our food

We were now in an unpleasant mood.

We set up a trap

With poison and crap

To rid our new home of Stu's brood.

But Stu was a big drama queen

And played up his death with a scene

That ended with him

Curled up on a whim

Then suddenly live with routine.

We tossed him outside in a box

(And surely gave lunch to a fox).

We hope he's okay

In mouse heaven... hurray!

With a banquet of cookies and lox.