A mouse of a woman clicks her womanly mouse
As she searches the spider's Web
For a new steed to ride, or
A young buck to mount on her wall.
And nearby her is a busy busy bee
Who searches for a shelved fantasy
She might worm her way through,
And sure enough there's one she sees,
Though she misses the sloth on the floor
Over whom she trips, eliciting a lion's roar:
"You damned clumsy mule!
I'd sooner do a dog than you!"
But the bee takes no offense at the sloth,
Seeing the battiness in his eyes.
Instead she grabs her fantasy and off she flies
To disentangle the mouse from the Web,
The former of which says with a scowl,
"My, you're both the early bird and the night owl.
Tell me, when do you ever take to bed?"
There was a catty bite to the question,
So the bee replied, "Wake up you drone!
I'll sleep when I'm dead!
Or when the cows come home."
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