Mice

How come the mice
 All the cute ones with their furry little suits on
 The gals and misters with the pretty little whiskers
 All want to stay?
 What's with the mice
 Are they Catholic with those families? Enough said
 I confront them with a minimum of bloodshed
 The "Have-a-Heart" way
 But if you pull back
 To some point
 In the stratosphere
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 From that great height
 Just like mice
 We all must appear
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 Think of the mice
 Always grateful when the slightest little crumb drops
 Finding dinner in the dreadlocks of the dust mop
 Never too proud
 Maybe we should be more like mice
 Not as noisy as a chipmunk or a squirrel
 If they argue it's completely intramural
 Never too loud
 Maybe the mice
 Have a lesson
 To teach us all
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 Accepting with joy
 Every kindness
 However small