A shaft of lightning cuts the sky

Thunder booms a moment later

In gale-force winds no wings may fly

Darkened clouds the Sun’s own traitor

While inside her darkened house,

Dingbat Ethel screams and cowers;

As a poor old drunken half-drowned mouse

Staggers in her bins of flour.

Seeking shelter for a little while,

He'd sneaked inside and hid for hours.

But he'd found her wine, (White Zindenfel)

And he soon forgot the showers.

Ethel finds her trusty old straw broom,

And she sends that mouse to Heaven,

She didn't mind him being in the room,

But the wine she ain't forgivin'!

Anita Callender2005

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