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Click hereFor my great niece - Ainsley Jane
They live in the fridge and they've black eyes and noses,
They have white silky fur and white ears, tails and toeses,
They eat apples and chocolate, bananas and custard,
They love to eat cheesecake, but they never touch mustard.
They fill up on cake and they fill up with jellies,
'Till they're full little fridgemice with full little bellies.
Hush, hush, whisper who might,
There are mice in our fridge and they're all snowy white.
As hard as you try they can never be surprised,
For they cover their noses and shut both their eyes,
They keep very still and they stay very small,
The truth of it is you can't see them at all,
But when the door shuts and the people are gone,
They open their eyes and they just carry on.
Hush, hush, whisper who would,
The mice in the fridge are all full of rice pud!
You know that they've been there when you come back to see
That piece of the cake that you left there from tea.
But someone has had it, you know it wasn't you,
Or the dog or the cat, oh dear, what can you do?
The cake has all gone, there's not even a crumb,
So you close up the fridge and you go and tell mum,
"Hush, hush, whisper who dares,
The fridgemice are having a party downstairs."