There’s a mouse in my house,
And it’s hiding and biding
Its time in the grime,
By the sink. Oh I think
At daybreak it will wake
And will hack its way back
As it stumbles and bumbles
To the vent where it spent
The night out of sight.
From the wall it will call
All its friends from the ends
Of the town, "Come aroun’!
And just be, here with me,
In this home while we roam
To and fro. Then we’ll go
Through the stove where we’ll rove
Far and wide. We’ll then hide
In a pipe where we’ll wipe
All the mud and the crud
From our feet. Then we’ll eat
As much cheese as we please."
IS there a MOUSE in my house?
I hear it burping and chirping,
And it sings of its strings.
On the floor by the door,
A feather lay, colored gray.
Is it one third of a bird?
(or a half a giraffe?)
Does it fly in the sky?
Or peep in the deep?
Does is squeak through its beak?
Or lay eggs in beer kegs?
Strange beast, at the least!
Now there’s a mouse in
God’s house.
When it died its soul flied
On wings (or such things),
To Heaven where seven,
Other mice that were nice,
Spend their days running maze,
And their nights eating bites
Of Swiss cheese and green peas!
Illustrated by: Mary Ann Oprisch