The mouse sneaks out from his hole in the wall
He sniffs the air there is cheese somewhere out there
He scurries across the floor heading for the kitchen door
He goes inside and sticks to the sides for this little mouse has to hide

He smells his prize but it is kept up so high
It’s like the cheese is floating way up in the sky
His stomach rumbles but the little mouse does not grumble
There is cheese to be had and the smell is driving him mad

He climbs up the leg and onto the table top
For this cheesy prize he will not stop
He runs over to the tin and starts to peer in
He recoils in horror and becomes a devil mouse possessed
For the tight bugger is eating cheese processed