Four and twenty-three blind mice,
baked in a hot cross bun of some size
flew over my head (what a hard, missed
shot!), broke open and spoiled
upon the ground,
behind
surprise.
And if
I haven't
died yet, well
I may live still! And
the mouse packed
bun in question
is dead. Don't fret
little one. It
won't rise
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