There’s a mouse in the house,And Mom’s made it clear,She does not like mice.He cannot live here.
I know that you’re right,I know I must leave.And I’ve got an idea.A plan up my sleeve.
When you let the dog out,I’ll jump on for a ride.I’ll hang on real tight,And we’ll gallop outside.
You’re a brave little mouse,I can see that for sure.So get ready to ride,And stand right by the door.
You did it!You did it!Hip-hip and hooray!You’re out of the house, mouse,Up, up, and away!…
