The east wind blew as cold as ice
The little brown shrew didn’t think this was nice
The mouse did shiver, surely he’d freeze
“This way” he said before he sneezed
Up Scutterhill Bank they did scurry
What they wouldn’t do for a red hot curry!
To Chester House upon the hill
Through the hole and under the sill
Up the stairs avoiding the cat
Into the loft and grandmas old hat
They huddled together, to keep themselves warm
But alas, alas t’was their last dorm
A poem inspired by the mummified bodies of a mouse and a shrew found in the loft at Chester House. Sounds quite cute but it was not pleasant clearing these little buggers out. The Rockwool insulation stank of ammonia and there were plenty of droppings. Brian and Nathan were suited up like they were from the CDC (Centre for Disease Control) with disposable suits. Will add a picture of said critters when I can.