A Mouse And a House
I so want to live in an old remote house
Where my only company, is a small single mouse
We could live our lives – just as we please
And drink river water and share hunks of cheese.
I’d talk to him, telling him about my whole life
The good and bad times, the fun and the strife
He’d sit and he’d listen but not understand
Why often I’d sit with my head in my hand.
And when late at night we’d both fall asleep
Each others company we would gratefully keep
‘Til late in the morning when we would awake
And together our breakfast of nuts we’d partake.
Then we’d sit outside and watch the blue skies
And hope that one day to our sudden surprise
That high up among all the clouds and the rain
We’d see something strange that we couldn’t explain
It would then become clearer as we watched it in awe
Til it landed and opened a small oval door
We’d be welcomed and cared for, they would fill us with love
And we’d see out our days in the sky up above
I know we’d be happy, just me and my mouse
The couple who came from the old remote house
But who live now forever in a craft in the skies
And never had time to say their goodbyes.