2003-10-04 - 12:10 p.m.
The Mouse's House
Once upon a pondered time
we saw the mountain all must climb
The worth of one's become a lie
when life seems so gargantuan
But size is just an undone rhyme
concocted by your mind
Come around
We'd like to see you On every world in every land
exists at least one gentle hand
But spy just at the pronounced and
you might find you come up empty
Look and see
amongst the delicate
all exploring something new
Stop and breathe
and you shall find it yet
a warm smile welcoming you In the Mouse's House we all can dance
to any beat we wish to
In the Mouse's House you'll find a chance
to discuss any issue
Absurdity meets dark romance
and if you leave, she'll miss you
In the Mouse's House
you can finally be you So in the time it takes to cry
let something else distract your eyes
A thought and a care are both ready to share
if you're willing to both talk and listen
And if your mind has gone to far
just wear a patch and scream out "Yaar!"
'Cause sometimes a laugh can be all that we have
and we don't realize 'till we miss them So curse at life's complexity
and kill yourself for the cure
Or grin and play
Calloo! Callay!
with the rest of the proud miniature In the Mouse's House the fires still burn
They just seem to die out faster
In the Mouse's House you, too, can learn
to pull stars out of disaster
A charming face runs through our minds
but no one could ever catch her
In the Mouse's House
you can finally be you
In the Mouse's House
we'd like to see you. . . Happy Birthday, Eilonwy!
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