An Elf on the Shelf or a Mouse in the House?

There's a Mouse in the House, this is well known, but strange things can happen and it seems it is true.

That this mouse in the house has become a spy you may see, 

to keep a close eye on you and perhaps even me.

To report back to Santa on who has been good, he'll write in his book those naughty and nice (and it won't be the mice!)

That Mouse in the House may not need to look twice.

So best to behave, not leave it to chance.  

For that Mouse in the House is a crafty wee fellow who can creep around corners, while we are quite unaware...and make his decision with just the one glance.

A Mouse Taller than me

While walking through the woods one day

I came across a mouse

That mouse was as large as I had seen

How can that mouse be bigger than me

How oh how can that surely be

A mouse as tall as tall can be

A mouse as tall if not taller than me

How strange to see a mouse as tall as he.

He asked if I was lost

and pointed the direction

that mouse that mouse taller than me.

A Mouse in the House Outside

That cheeky little mouse, 

Last spotted in the house, 

Was seen outside today

In the long grass he ran,

This way and that

With the sun beating down

Upon his white back

That strange little fellow in the long grass at noon

It was surprising to see, him again so soon.

Pointing here, pointing there,

Some mutterings were heard,

It really did seem, just quite absurd. 

Was that mouse on a mission? 

To assess his position?

On whether he wanted to stay?

Or perhaps he went out there to play?

A Mouse in the House

I looked up from my knitting and what did I see?

What looked like a mouse appeared before me...

He streaked past the settee as I glanced around

The cheeky little mouse made barely a sound...

But he was spotted for sure and that I am certain

Just what he is doing here has yet to be determined.