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.