One Brown Mouse

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

Puff warm 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 really care for you ---
Am i just the company you keep ---
Which one of us exercises 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 sit and look
At our ever-open book ---
One brown mouse sitting in a cage.