Funny that mice shall hear
Those things that are dear
To the human ear.
And most men cannot
In some ways for nought
That they hear a lot.
Like when the bells did toll
Who had heard it all
But the mice at stroll.
And when the crickets sang
There was not one gang
Who had heard them rang.
But when a coin did drop
In a little shop
All had come to stop.
Funny thing is often
We only listen
To things that glisten.