Mouse, little mousy, moosypoosy
Where are you?
The wind has come
From the North
Blowing, blowing, sighing
As a rat, trapped
Memories of Mr. Mouse
Are startling my grey inner parts
I love to play
Like a dog
Lying on my back
Looking at the clouds hunting by
A little white mouse
Is playing its tablet
I am the genius
Where are you?
The wind has come
From the North
Blowing, blowing, sighing
As a rat, trapped
Memories of Mr. Mouse
Are startling my grey inner parts
I love to play
Like a dog
Lying on my back
Looking at the clouds hunting by
A little white mouse
Is playing its tablet
I am the genius
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