Just a little mouse
Who lived in a tiny house
In a small village on the edge of a moor
In France

Dartagnon spent most of his days
Playing with his friends in the maze
Of vines that grew
On the moor, through and through

His best friends were Porthos and Athos
They’d grown up together
So were like brothers
Each one to the other

Suddenly, one day
All the mice had to run and hide in the moor
For an army of cats had attacked France
Taking everything, leaving the mice there injured and poor

Upon their return
The three friends became concerned
That the cats would come back
So they planned their own attack

They’d been practicing with swords
Pretending to fight off all kinds
Of thieves and thugs
They’d made up in their minds

Now the task
Had come to hand
They had to save
Their native land

So, from this tragedy
Heroes were born
And that’s the way
The three Mousketeers were formed!