Ode to a dead mouse

A mouse died recently. I am unsure of the cause of his death, but he probably strangled himself among the cables that suspend the elevator in my apartment. He hung there for a few days thereafter , going down when the lift went up, and up when it went down. Talk about being denied dignity in death. What's more, his remains were the centre of a bureaucratic wrangle between the pest control department and the sanitation department.
The mouse has been missing from his gravity defying grave lately. I ll remember him though - whenever I use the elevator . I wonder what I would have told the mouse if I had met him before his tragic end. Here's some verse on our imagined rendezvous.

Out of his hole he did peek
With a very plaintive squeak
I said to him: " Stop being so musical!
You'll soon be de-composing"