Pleasant Congregation Poem by Ima Ryma

I found a new home in a church,
Recently moved in from a field.
Bad weather'd left me in a lurch.
This warm and cozy place appealed.
I heard a knock at my mouse hole.
A couple of church mice stood there.
Talk of 'cheeses they said their role.
My first instinct was to beware.
But then they asked if I had cheese.
If so would I be willing to
Share, and this put mind mind at ease.
Yes, some cheese sharing I could do.

And so the three of us did dine.
I served the cheese, they'd brought church wine.