We saw a mouse on holiday. . .

A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam
A windmill with a mouse in and he wasn’t grousin
He sang every morning, “How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!”
Chorus:I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah
This mouse he got lonesome, he took him a wife
A windmill with mice in, it’s hardly surprisin
She sang every morning, “How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!”
Chorus
First they had triplets and then they had quins
A windmill with quins in, and triplets and twins in
They sang every morning, “How lucky we are
Living in a windmill in Amsterdam, ya!”
Chorus
The daughters got married and so did the sons
The windmill had christ’nin’s when no one was list’nin
They all sang in chorus, “How lucky we am
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!”
Chorus
A mouse lived in a windmill, so snug and so nice
There’s nobody there now but a whole lot of mice.
Will tell you more when I get chance, we had a fabulous week in The Netherlands, a few days in Amsterdam and a few days in Tegelen with the wonderful Niek and Pim Hoogland, and then a brief stop in Arnhem on the way back to Amsterdam. Lots to see, lots to do and fabulous all of it.
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One Response to We saw a mouse on holiday. . .

  1. Ron says:

    Don’t keep us waiting too long. We’ve missed you enough already.

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