There's a mouse starin' out of the window
his car is trapped in the snow
he's planning a family vacation
but he just can't go
around the next corner's a red bird
his feathers are trapped in a sling
he's passed by some gunslinging parrot
who's jealous he ain't got no grin
There ain't no time to stash the gumbo
or rattle around in a cage
the sacrificed child's made bubbles
and spittle is everywhere enraged
in a hot sand or in a my feet
they're blistered and caked with debris
chez rolez is guarding the tote board
while angry piddles with glee
There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper
he's sending them off to himself
he gets them a couple days later
who put them along his top shelf
if you get tired of shavings
and carve up a good hunk of wood
remembering to check on the sausage
he's got cooking somewhere look good