A little mouse nibbled a Limburger cheese,
And back to his bedchamber stole,
Whence never again was he destined to squeeze,
For the smell was too large for the hole.
And a Pussy Cat, passing, instinctively stood;
For her appetite urged her to try it;
But she answered her stomach that grumbled for food,
“I should die if I lived on such diet.”
(John Bannister Tabb)
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