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.