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.
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. Explain Request ×
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