B,W,M
Busy Wee Mouse.
Clean,clean,clean, spruce,spruce, spruce.
That's all I do all day long around my wee house.
I wouldn't mind if its Bobtail Rabbit he'd invited home for tea.
No! He invites Mrs Goose and she's too posh for me.
She'll have a wee peck here and a wee peck there.
She'll even be as nosy to go up a flight of stair.
So when she comes I'm ready for whatever she will do.
She'll waddle round until she's found her white feathers
turning greyish/blue.
But then to my amazement she strutted with a gasp.
With her beak beneath her wing
she declared with a mighty rasp.
Well Mrs mouse it's a rare privilege to be,
in the house of Mrs Mouse
to find you're as clean as me.
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