"Pop? Why can't we live in a people house?"
Asked little Marven Junior Mouse.
"Son, when I was a lad, just like you,
I wanted to live in a people house too!
My house in the meadow was as cold as ice.
But the house on the hill looked warm and nice!



















Oh what wonderful vissions I had in my head:
Dreaming mouse dreams in my little mouse bed!
















I had made up my mind. I was gunna move in!
My family told me that my chances were grim.
They said there is danger in a people house.
But did I listen? No! Not me, Marvin Mouse!















It was Christmas Eve when I reached the house.
Everyone was sleeping except me, Marven Mouse!
















I made my way in through a crack in the wall.
And ever so quietly, I snuck down the hall.












When I turned the corner, what did I see?
A room full of goodies and a big Christmas tree!
I got on top of a table by climbing a chair,
Where ever I looked there was food every where!