No one lives in this house,
but for a quiet forest mouse.
He is nice and fat,
and sleeps in a comfy bed from an old hat.
He eats cheese from the larder,
every day it gets harder and harder...
As the cheese grows older,
the nights grow colder...
His wish is to find another mouse,
to move in and to share his house.
Someone during frosty nights to cuddle,
so he won't in the hat alone have to huddle...