The night AFTER Christmas

Mama Mouse with a curly tail and Mr Mouse asleep on the sofa

‘Twas the night AFTER Christmas

‘Twas the night AFTER Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, especially the mouse.
As he lay on the sofa he rubbed his fat belly.
He barely could stand as his legs felt like jelly.
While visions of sugar plums danced in his head
He groaned “please no more, I’d rather be dead!”