NOTES:

I saw this picture and decided I had to write a song about it… and I don’t know why. =)

This was a fun little ditty that I cranked out in about an hour.

By the way, I learned through this song that a group of mice is called a Mischief. It’s somehow strangely appropriate.

Jake - Missile Wings added some killer harmonies and sent me an updated version. It was so good that I had to put it up on the jukebox.

Thanks Jake!

LYRICS:

Your the mischiefs king of mischief
your the black sheep of the brood
Your too small to be a weasel
With a kingsize attitude

He promised you a castle
with sixteen tons of cheese
The pick of all the chicas
and a lifetime free of fleas

Traitor mouse
don’t you be a rat
Traitor mouse
don’t you tell the cat
Traitor mouse
don’t you realize
this will be your demise

Be quiet like the others
act like you’re in a church
We’re still your brothers
don’t leave us in the lurch

If you tell him everything
you’ll only be to blame
when we come to get you
and make a swear word from your name