First I’d like to point out that the lyrics of the song are. “There is a mouse. Where. There on the STAIR. Where on the STAIR. Right there. A little mouse with clogs on, going clip clippity clop on the STAIR!”
Please note the word is STAIR, not under the floorboards in my bedroom. Your options are now as follows:
Either pack your bags and leave, eat the bait, come out and show yourself and eat the delicious chocolate in the hair trigger trap, or remove your clogs and put on a pair of soft fluffy slippers. How can a creature about 5cms long who weighs practically nothing make so much noise!
Being woken at 02.30, 03.00 and 04.30 is a privilege reserved solely for my children. Therefore you have until tonight to decide which option you are going to take, otherwise you leave me no choice than to rip up the floorboards by hand and personally strangle you Homer Simpson style!
I trust that we can come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement and further action can be prevented.
The mightily peeved, tired and disgruntled human above floorboard dweller.