The mouse lived in the church.
He was a very smart mouse
and a very religious one as well.
As Christmas was approaching,
he thought he would make a small effigy
of the good Lord to cheer himself up.
So he collected all the food scraps
off all the traps the minister had set.
The minister had set them very reluctantly
and was glad he had never caught the mouse.
But it was the blue rinse parishoners
that had told him to do it.
They did not like small things with long tails
or long things with small tails.
So the church mouse completed his sculpture
and looked in awe at his finished work.
The good Lord stood with his arms outstretched,
as if beckoning him to come.
It looked good enough to eat.
Yes it didn"t last long,
that Cheese"s Christ.