Here Weepie Here Cleanie

Let’s have a seven dwarf Christmas the fru fru mice said. They invited the woodland dwarfs; fed them butter and bread. I’m happy said Happy. I’m sleepy said Sleepy. I see a pattern, where is Dopey and Weepy? The mice had it wrong. There was no Weepy Dwarf. But they looked for him in the woods, and down by the wharf. For once a mouse gets the wrong idea inside of his head They will not release it until they are dead. I heard them calling “Here Weepy!” for a night and a day. I rolled my eyes, as I heard those mice play. One of the gullibles said, I think there’s one named Cleanie too. I heard them yelling “Here Cleanie” way down in the bayou.