They'd do most anything to confound their captors, and one was a poem that, when recited with that notable British accent, left their captors suspicious, but scratching their heads at the same time:
They seek him here, they seek him there,
They seek old Mousey everywhere.
Will he be shot, or will he be hung?
That darned, elusive Mousey Dung!
CA....
*Snort* LOL! He will forevermore be “Mousey Dung” in my mind.