King Mouse

Who was only one inch tall, raised in a lab since he was, well...small, doped on phenobarbital, escaping o'er his prison wall. Tell me friend, can you recall King Mouse? Who lived in a tidy little hole, knew when the cat was on patrol? Though cheese and crumbs he stole, he never lived on the dole. Let's sing praise and extoll King Mouse! Who was diminutive in size, told the truth and never lied, had big ears but never spied, nor squealed, just squeaked and sighed? All expectations he defied - King Mouse! His body small, his soul immense, big ears heard every offence, and you, who wanted to dispense, are now awash with penitence, as you consider recompense for King Mouse. Who knew the secrets that we kept, never told, just cried and wept, before he laid on the floor and slept? At discretion he was adept. You struck him with the broom while you swept - King Mouse. The coo of a mournful mourning dove reminds us of the guy in the sky above who we wouldn't touch without a glove. But now as push comes to shove, we realize we really love King Mouse!