There's A Mouse Starin' Out Of The Window
His Car Is Trapped In The Snow
He's Planning A Family Vacation
But He Just Can't Go

Around The Next Corner's A Red Bird
His Feathers Are Trapped In A Sling
He's Passed By Some Gunslinging Parrot
Who's Jealous He Ain't Got No Grin

There Ain't No Time To Stash The Gumbo
Or Rattle Around In A Cage
The Sacrificed Child's Made Bubbles
And Spittle Is Everywhere Enraged

In A Hot Sand Or In A My Feet
They're Blistered And Caked With Debris
Chez Rolez Is Guarding The Tote Board
While Angry Piddles With Glee

There's A Fool Writing Notes Out On Sandpaper
He's Sending Them Off To Himself
He Gets Them A Couple Days Later
Who Put Them Along His Top Shelf

If You Get Tired Of Shavings
And Carve Up A Good Hunk Of Wood
Remembering To Check On The Sausage
He's Got Cooking Somewhere Look Good