Sestina Day 27: Nursery Rhyme

Another NaPoWriMo prompt: write a nursery rhyme.
Apologies for the ridiculous tweeness.

Pretty little Mrs Mouse
Lived in her cosy hole
“It is a perfect little house!”
She said to Mrs Vole
“I’m never bitten by a louse
And needn’t dig like Mole.”

“I wouldn’t like to live like Mole,”
Said little Mrs Mouse,
“With worms for tea, it seems a Lous-
Y life. I love my hole.
Do come and join me, Mrs Vole
And live inside a house.”

“I do not like your human house
I’d rather be a mole,
Than hide and steal,” cried Mrs Vole
“Be chased by cats? Oh Mrs Mouse,
You tremble in your hole
And not even a tiny louse

No not even a tiny louse!
Will share your little house.”
Said Mrs Mouse “I love my hole
Go, find your friend the mole!
You dare insult me as a mouse?
I hate you, Mrs Vole!”

“I’m sorry Dear!” said Mrs Vole
“I do feel like a louse!
Your hole is lovely, Mrs Mouse,
A perfect little house.
But like the busy, digging mole
I like my outdoor hole”

“Oh go back to your dirty hole,
You rude ungrateful vole!
No better than a blind old mole!”
She squeaked, you nasty louse!”
But as she spoke, a great big house-
Cat swallowed Mrs Mouse!

Vole said to Mole ” I love my hole
Though Mrs Mouse called me a louse
No proper vole lives in a house”