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The band struck up a "slow one" As the dancers filled the floor. The adults then all seemed busy As he peeked through the door. He saw the only single guy Was sipping a root beer . He turned to tell his buddies, "I think the coast is clear." He whizzed by the pecan pie, Ignored the walnut cake, The brownie plate came into view, He knew the route to take. A zig, a zag, a slide, a spin, Down the aisle he flew There in sight was his delight; Glorious chocolate goo. He ate his fill, then some more, Chocolate stained his chin. He saw his friends looking on And couldn't help but grin. He knew he'd taken quite a chance, If caught had no excuse, At that moment he became The MOUSE that ate the MOUSSE! —Grandpa Tucker |