Student Living
The mice, the mice are in my house
the creep and scuttle all about
they keep quite quiet, they make no fuss;
there’s more of them then there are of us.
The mice, the mice are in my shoes
a place to scratch and take their poos
they scamper round my bed at night
I lie awake and curse my plight.
The mice, the mice are all around
I shudder when I hear their sound
those ghostly malice driven shrieks;
that sound of conquest in their squeaks.
The mice, the mice are in my head
they slipped in whilst I slept in bed
They tantalise me with such ease
as they command I go buy cheese.
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