Behind the kitchen sideboard
A mouse in a little red suit
Was fidding with a nutshell
And somewhere in the house
A yellow stove was humming
Donk plicker flicker donk
Nearby the old man dreams
Of eggs in the frying-pan
Why the cat am i living here?
She thouht to herself as she came near
There's a lack of understanding between mice and men
That gets me down, that gets me down
I could have pies, cheese and butter pancakes
Jellies, biscuit and crispy cookies whichever direction you look in
I could have rice, but i won't leave thishouse
It's only friend's a mouse