The Silent Diner
The mouse from his mouse hole peeped
Cautiously to see
If there danger lurked about
As in a cat who’d eat a mouse like he.
And, spying that there was none there
Across the floor he scurried
To where fallen on was some food
To which he hastily hurried.
And upon reaching he ate his fill
All the time looking out
For he who eats can be eaten
Should the cat come about
And once his fill he had ingested
Back to his mouse hole he skips
The silent diner in the restaurant
Who never pays or tips!