Famine, famine everywhere,

Pussy gave mice rest nowhere;

Gzir went from door to door,

He visited every floor.-

Youngsters, elders of the town,

Summoned Honours to come down,

And to pass a fixed law-

As how to free from Pussy’s paw.-

There came the town’s well-known male,

Dragging behind their long tail,

And so held a huge rally

A mouse spoke out meekly:-

-Listen, friends, upon my life,

I have no son and no wife,

I’m a homeless old mousy,

But I’ve never been lousy.

Famine has grasped the killer;

I have become a wekaling,

So must I die-a sickling.-

She is cunning but looks shy.,

As an angel from the sky,

When sees a mouse she’s viper,

Holding by heads she’s hanger,

Tapping her paw she’s fencer,

A good eater and dancer.`

Her shining eyes are like fire,

Her long whiskers thorny wire.

But our noble and kind race

Should not perish of her face.

Every disease has a cure.

Here, I’ve brought a small bell-

Cling-clang

It will bang.

Should we hang it round her neck.

Should she run or should she reck,

Should she dance her rock-and-roll,

Should she play her tricks so droll,

Should she pretend dead or deaf,

We shall hear her steps so grave.

Who will hang the bell to life”

-Allo, you,

-Why should I do?

-Ballo, you.

-Why should I woo?

-Challo, you.

-Challo is weak.

-Msto, you.

-Msto is sick

-Psto, you.

-Just pity me.

-Hambo, you.

-Why should I be?

-Chambo, you.

-Suppose I take,

Who will save me

For heaven sake?

-”Bdo, Khdo will try

To seize the cat by the thigh”

“What’s he talking, the big fool;

You hang the bell, beggar cool,

Why you ask me and why him?”

Shrieked Bdo down to beam.

“Shut up, cowards,

God damn you.

Shall I talk

Or shall I do?”

Yelled the old mouse,

Went to his house.