A poor little church mouse is not really poor
for him there is always an "open door".
there are morsels of host and drops of wine
and at harvest time something that's extra fine
barley and oats and cheese if you please
(wonders will never, ever cease).
No cats are present to give him fright
no need to prepare for instant flight,
he needn't pay taxes or work for the rent
and lives in his mouse-hole fully content.
Now here is a fact that you might find odd:
a poor little church mouse is nearest to God.