T´was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.
She rang on my doorbell and - needless to say
she was pretty exhausted, had come a long way.
This cute little rodent, the brave refugee
had to give up her home in a British i3
So she packed up her suitcase and travelled thus far
To find a new place and new friends in my car.
The bunch of my own pets did welcome the mouse
Do not stay in the car, stay with us in the house!
A food bowl, a bookshelf a bed to arrange
From car mouse to house mouse, oh what a change.
Now she´s sitting under the lit Christmas tree
And enjoys a mighty chunk of cheese with glee
Then the little mouse finally turns off the light
And nestles all snug in her bed for the night.