The walls shine, fresh and clear,
the mice worked untruly.
They painted for days, wallpapered,
until every corner is neat and tidy again.
The chairs are in place, the rug is in place,
the smell of paint still lingers in the mind.
Mitsy is resting, that little mouse is so tired.
Who on earth moves into this large warehouse?
(Did you know...? By the way, almost everything in the house is available in the shop!)
