31 October, 1975
There was this mouse called Jacob. And he lived there with neighbours, Who were mice haters, Called cats, And he lived there with a mole, Named plain Johnny O’Coal, In a small little hole, In the hall. It was nearly bonfire night, And they thought they’d have a bite, But first they’d have to fight, With the cats. They loaded themselves up with rockets, And put them in their pockets, And marched out through the front door.
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