Three white little mice in the forest live,
They're living in a pair of old hunting shoes,
All of them are white and all of them are small
And all have little moss-green slippers on.

The first says nothing because he is mute,
As mute as a fish in an aquarium,
One of them is dirty, and clean are the other two
But all have little moss-green slippers on.

The second he hears nothing because he is deaf,
As deaf as a falling autumn leaf,
One of them is diligent, and lazy are the other two
But all have little moss-green slippers on,
(But all have little moss-green slippers on.)

The third he sees nothing because he is blind,
As blind as the howling autumn wind,
One of them is lean, and fat are the other two
But all have little moss-green slippers on,
(But all have little moss-green slippers on.)

One is gnawing on some cheese and one is licking up fat
And one sees to it that he himself gets fed,
One of them is dressed in a tailcoat and one has on a jacket,
The third wears a splendid checkered bow tie.

One plays his flute and one a clarinet,
The third sees that the others play right,
Deep in the forest they trip along so nicely
Out in their moss-green little slippers,
(Out in their moss-green little slippers.)