A Mouse, A Cat, And An Irish Bull

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."