There's a Chris-Mouse who's not in a hurry,
Unlike his relatives, he doesn't scurry.
He's made of beads, red, clear, and green,
He's the cutest thing you've ever seen.
He sits on our mantel, without a sound,
The only kind of mouse to have around.
He's waiting for Santa to come down,
With Christmas gifts for the whole town.
He sent off a letter, saying pretty please,
Santa bring me a big hunk of cheese.
While we're sleeping, he roams our house,
Searching for gifts, tagged Chris-Mouse.