It's the morning of Christmas
And all through my house
Not a creature was stirring
'Cept that pesky mouse.

I can hear him scurrying
Up over my bed
And if I'd caught him
He'd wish he'd hid, instead.

But, since it's Christmas
I put out some cheese
And I'll let him eat
All that he please.

Guess the seasons mood
Has made me go soft
Even towards that mouse
Up there in the loft.

He's one of Gods' creatures
And I'm not one to say
That he's not a place
In the Earthly way.

There's lots of things
We don't understand
Why He put them here
Or fit in His plan.

Ours is not to question
Wondering, "Why?"
About all those things
That walk, crawl, swim, and fly.

We've already forced
Some to be extinct
And if we keep on
We'll be, on that brink.

So here's to Gods' creatures
The great, and small
For I know, without them
The world ends, that's all!