One Brown Mouse

Smile your little smile *** take some tea with me awhile.
Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder.
Twich your whiskers. Feel that you're realy real.
Another tea-time *** another day older.

Puff worm breath on your tiny hands.
You wish you were a man
who every day can turn another page.
Behind your glass you sit and look
at my ever-open book ***
One Brown Mouse sitting in a cage.

Do you wonder if I realy care for you ***
Am I just the company you keep ***
Which one of us excercises on the old treadmill ***
Who hides his head, pretending to sleep?

Smile your little smile *** take some tea with me awhile
And every day we'll turn another page.
Behind our glass we'll seet and look
at our ever-open book ***
One Brown Mouse sitting in a cage.