at night you would find him down the allotment
pitch fork in hand agaurding his onion
bessie he called her and bessie he loved
three stones she weighed beneath the foxgloves
with phosphate he dined her he watered her well
to all else he was blind which proved the knell
for his marriage he was banned from the marital house
so he slept down the allotment in a shed with a mouse
now the twitchering mouse became his foe deadly
it wanted his onion so he employed a medly
of poisons and traps and all manner of death
air gun in hand he's stalked it holding his breath
one night the mouse crept from the hole in the shed
his intent it was clear was the onion bed
it evaded the arsenic and the cheddared up trap.... etc
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