Puss came dancing out of a barn

With a pair of bagpipes under her arm;

She could sing nothing, but, Fiddle cum fee,

The mouse has married the humble-bee.

Pipe, cat –dance, mouse—

We’ll have a wedding at our good house.

              Socket To Me

Bits came dancing out of their socket

I swing danced near, but they missed my pocket.

Then I fox trotted by; it’s plain to see

My mouse did a harried waltz, like me.

So I was driven to dance by force

A bit at a time… of course, of course.

 Copyright © 2008 by Frank Koerner