Nov 2013
The underground mouse in the underground house scurries through Chancery Lane as he nibbles on knick knacks thrown down between train tracks,
In the main he is pleased that there's a lack of green cheese for he thinks of himself, a connoisseur,
though he never turns up his nose as he goes for the pickings that fall out of boxes of Kentucky fried chickens.
I like underground mice and think they're very nice,
I wonder what they think of me.
In the main he is pleased that there's a lack of green cheese for he thinks of himself, a connoisseur,
though he never turns up his nose as he goes for the pickings that fall out of boxes of Kentucky fried chickens.
I like underground mice and think they're very nice,
I wonder what they think of me.
Watching the mice on the London underground is funny,they dash to get out of the way of the trains,there must be millions of tiny feet scurrying through the tube network and yet they are never heard,only seen.
