The Mice
Mice mice mice, mice mice mice,
There's only one, there's only one.
He sat on a corner for the rest of his life,
He never moved once inch, not even one bite,
Have you ever seen a mouse get in a fight,
With all these mice?
Why was this mouse all alone, and why was it sad?
And why did he ever do anything bad?
This mouse doesn't have any respect at all,
He has to watch out, or else they'll make him fall.
This mouse in a corner was sad as he can be,
He doesn't have anyone that he might see.
This mouse searched all over for something to eat,
Like a piece of a big cheese, or just a little wheat.
Somebody had been eaten mice, and it was that cat.
And boy, was he a bad one, that bad one, that cat!
That cat, it's the bad cat, he's one that would eat,
That cute little mouse that wouldn't be such a treat.
This mouse wouldn't be like a good pet at all.
The cat would get that mouse just once and for all.
He'd take it out and smash it against Donald Trump's wall.
Nobody, but Donald, would ever get that call.
Somebody with a mushroom made that cat get tall!
That cat once got tall, his head smashed into a wall!
And then, that cat tripped, with a great fall...
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
Mice mice mice, mice mice mice,
What have they done? What have they done?
They made that cat smash its head on a wall,
And now that cat tripped with a great fall,
Now that hungry cat can't ever move at all,
Cause of all these mice!
Rest in peace, cat. May all the mice remember you.
With a squeak.
End of Mice