Sword and pistol by his side,
He rode up to Miss Mousie's door,
Where he'd often been before.
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha.)
He took Miss Mouse upon his knee
Said "Miss Mouse, will you marry me?"
"Where will the wedding supper be?"
"Way down yonder in the hollow tree."
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha.)
Oh, my grandpa is the best,
He tells me stories about the Old West.
The first to come was the little moth
She spread out the tablecloth,
The next to come was the bumblebee
Played the fiddle upon his knee.
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha.)
The next to come was a little flea
Danced a jig with the bumblebee,
The next to come was Missus Cow
Tried to dance but didn't know how.
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha.)
Oh, my grandpa is the best,
He tells me stories about the Old West.
Now Mister Frog was dressed in green
Sweet Miss Mouse looked like a queen,
In slowly walked the Parson Rook
Under his arm he carried a book.
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha.)
They all gathered round the lucky pair
Singing, dancing everywhere,
Then Frog and Mouse went off to France
That's the end of my romance.
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha.)
Oh, my grandpa is the best,
He tells me stories about the Old West.
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