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