White Mouse White Mouse, whatcha going to do, whatcha going to do,
Who the heck are you?!
// poetry
It’s my House, find the exit to your right.
Mouse converting people for cheese
I have no coins to propel your “act”
For your life no new lease.
Who the heck are you?!
Busybody in another man’s matter,
When the waters of affliction arrive,
This White Mouse of confusion it shall profusely batter.
What can little mouse bewitched by cheese teach you?
He may sort of lousily preach you.
Latching on with a satchel and mousy water
He may inadvertently leech you.
He has no stake in risk
In the park of complacency, his walks are brisk
You can’t fire this conversion mouse from the vatican
But your coat for a nickel he shall drool upon and frisk.
A vengeful mouse trap,
For this talentless mouse
Crawling upon every man’s pocket
Infiltrating apparently “the apostates house”
