I'm a little mouse named Bubba
And I've got a story to tell It all began one Christmas Eve Back in nineteen hundred twelve. I was just a youngster then With brothers and sisters galore We had a very serious problem With a cat named Louise Lenore. She was mean as a grizzly bear We were but tender morsels for her But when farmer Brown came around She would rub against his leg and purr. He would feed her milk and cheese And she would curl up by the fire But she always kept one eye open Our circumstances were quite dire. Because of Louise, we were starving Our pantry was completely bare We were afraid to leave our doorway And venture into the world out there. I remember that Christmas Eve with clarity Farmer Brown was sitting in his chair He was reading "The Christmas Story" To his children, with Louise sitting there. I heard the words "love" and "sharing" As well as "God's Gift" and "angels glistening" And I saw a funny look in Louise's eye It was just as if she were really listening. We went to bed early that night Dreaming mouse dreams of Christmas morn Hoping for presents under our tree of A chunk of cheese or a piece of corn. The next morning we woke up early To a piece of cheese stuffed in our door There was a note attached that read "Merry Christmas," Louise Lenore! We never really knew for sure If the Christmas spirit came over her But ever since that Christmas Eve When she see us she begins to purr!
Janey Hauck
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