the Mice and the Musgosnatcherouse

THE MICE AND THE MUSGOSNATCHEROUSE


There were, blind mice, that found an 'eye',
While others, could of made you cry.
The mice I mean, are quick for a fight,
Their mouse-eye mean, to find some light!

My blinding mice, running all around,
Blinded mice, that make no sound.
But my mice, They're desperate for their cheese,
My mice, only nice, when they are pleased!

For hours I chase them, to hunt them down,
But they're blinding quick, to get around.
They keep me busy night and day,
And they'll keep on running, till they get their way!

Call out the Musgosnatcherouse, with that big empty belly,
Let it catch 'em by your bin, which is close to my telly.
But while you realise , as much, the trick of the tease,
While sitting, they're all feeding, on your mental cheese!

Sustained and well kept and complacently housed,
Until maelstrom of scurrying, your angers aroused.
While caught up in these whims, and burdened by these,
You will never be free, to properly do as you please.

But as you realise , such, the trick of the tease,
While your sitting, they're all feeding, on your mental cheese!
When outraged and alarmed, enough in varied degrees...
You'll be wanting to kill them, and with relative ease!