Just a little brown mouse,
He did not like Christmas,
One day before Christmas,
he thought to himself,
what if he asked Santa,
if he needed help?
On the very night
the Santa would come,
the mouse was all ready
to leave his dear home.
Soon he heard a sound,
from the fireplace,
and instead of a fire
a black boot it replaced.
A boot soon a single pair,
with some red cloth,
and a tiny white mouse
with a tiny cough.
The brown mouse squeaked
not out of fright but fury,
how could that mouse be there
all perfect and furry?
When Santa turned round,
the mouse tried to hide
but the white mouse squeaked warning
and made Santa jump surprised.
“Well what is this?”
Santa said with a smile,
the brown mouse sighed,
“Its not worth your while.”
“Come on young fellow,”
Santa said with persistence
the brown mouse embarrassed said,
“I need your assistance.”
He scampered up Santa's arm,
stretched to reach his ear,
and whispered a plan
very clever and dear.
Santa chuckled with cheer,
and stood up with jolly,
“I bet I can help
this plan with no folly.”
Soon after the presents,
where put in their place,
the brown mouse climbed up
to the white mouse's space.
The white mouse turned,
and said with a grin,
“Welcome aboard,
up here your my kin.”
The brown mouse sighed,
and started to cry
“Whats wrong,” said Otis
“Why do you sigh?”
“I have no name.”
said the brown mouse with sadness,
“Well that cannot do
you will be called Agnes.”
“Agnes?”said the brown mouse
“I quite like that name!”
“Then it shall be yours
you can wear it to fame.”
When Santa was finished,
and climbed in the sleigh,
the mice were ready
in every manner and way.
“I'm Agnes!” the mouse cried,
and Santa laughed with glee
“Hello, I'm Santa
and I'm glad your happy.”
Santa pulled on the reins,
the sleigh lifted so light
and the mice squeaked happily
“And to all a good night!”