In the depth of the night
When no lamps alight
He spreads his wings in flight.
He soars over a valley
And many an alley
But did not find whom he sought.
At last he reached the home
Where his friend roamed
And saw a sight that froze him to stone.
True were the worst of his fears
For in the house
Cold between a pair of shears
Lay his friend the mouse.
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