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
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.