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.
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