you don't like it when the mice examine you with beady eyes in the darkest corner where the dust still sleeps in the hideout the mice
there is nothing they can say they hide among the cracked clay they sit silently until you and me we fall asleep the mice
and they they come out and start a party you can't stop them no you can't the mice
this is an odd and funny dance but you will never see it and through the cracks the mice will glance until you call a cat they've stolen everything you've got and made their depots wealthy and i'm afraid it's time to say that they actually rule the world no no no the mice