A little brown field mouse raced across the back of my chair last night
I got such a surprise I screamed out loud in fright
Markus said it was all in my mind
That it was a moth or a cockroach or something of that kind
It was definitely a mouse I saw I insisted
Not a figment of my imagination – it really existed
He must have hitched a ride from Woomeral Station Retreat
Somehow stowed himself away in our van – no mean feat.
It was a decision that little brown field mouse will regret without doubt
Markus was hot on his trail, although that little fellow gave him the run about
That little critter led him a merry dance up and down the camper van
Before disappearing behind the toilet pan
We don’t really know where he went but as there was no smell the next day
He obviously didn’t get caught in the vent
And fortunately managed to get away
I wonder what that little brown field mouse will do in Kilbarri.?