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.