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A family of mice lived inside a shoe;
They never ran out of fun things to do.
They ran through the flowers;
They ran past the sheep;
They even tipped cows while they were asleep.
They ate bits of cheese they found in a barn.
They collected stones and pieces of yarn.
They stole white feathers
From chickens and geese;
They got into mischief that never did cease.
The mother and father were tired all the time,
From calling down children from trees they did climb.
They had to fix dinners;
They had to fix lunch;
They had to pick bugs from the food that they munched.
At night when the mice all fell fast asleep,
Father kept a lookout for curious sheep.
He looked out the window;
He looked out the door,
And tiptoed around the mice lying on the floor.
One day the babies got too big for the shoe.
Mother and father didn’t know what to do.
They told them to leave;
Find a shoe of their own;
At last they’d have peace in their little shoe home.
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