THE MOUSE IN MY LIGHTHOUSE

There is a mouse in my lighthouse.

He wants to be a sailor,

but he is scared of the tempests.

He got once on board

in a sunny and calm day,

and he got seasick

at the first blow of the breeze.

He jumped back onto the land

and found shelter at my place.

There,

he takes care of the lamp,

red, blue and white.

And when the fog comes,

he blows the horn.

And in winter,

we sit at the table

to watch the storms

drinking rum,

and playing cards.

He tells incredible pirates's stories

while he smokes in an old pipe.

He looks like a real sea dog

although he take his bath in a small bowl.

There is a mouse in my lighthouse

who never the shore left.