Twas the month of Christmas, and all through the chateau...
...were small feline faces just raring to go.
All entrances guarded with cat expertise.
There'd be no swipage of our tasty treats.
Ever so vigilant, the Overlords stood guard.
All I did was bake; their job was hard.
They pretended to slumber, a plan brilliant in purity
Giving the vermin a false sense of security.
Are the lemon bars safe? Were the cats wrong...
The Felines Overlords had known all along:
We heard him exclaim as he scurried on by,
"Mice prefer chocolate, just FYI."