By Fran Holly ttto My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
Sherry was just a small kitten
Who hadn't a brain or a clue.
It took a young human named Robin
To show her just what she should do.
Robin went out to hang clothes one morning
At her feet she heard a small squeak.
A field mouse had come out to play there.
His playground was right at her feet.
Now Sherry was taking her leisure
Asleep by the side of the house.
Rob grabbed her right up and she dumped her
By the squeaker, "Here, Sherry, a mouse!"
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Run fast, run far, hide in the grass beside the house
Run fast, run far, run for your life, little mouse
Sherry sniffed at the mouse and it squeaked back.
Sherry jumped up a foot in the air.
She didn't know what mice were good for.
All she did was stand there and stare.
All would have been well for the wildlife
Until the field mouse lost his head.
It tried to escape from the danger
And straight for the stone wall it fled.
Sherry changed her lifestyle in an instant.
Her age-old hunt instincts awoke.
She streaked like a bullet out after him
Leaving a trail of blue smoke.
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A ballad should always end sadly;
Or so I have always been told.
For Sherry it ended with dinner.
But the mouse it will never grow old.
A warning to mouse miss and mister:
If you want to enjoy a long life,
Avoid a young cat and her sister;
You'll live out your days free of strife.
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