The Mice Are Out Tonight

The mice are out, it is a wonderful night The waxing moon is in a laid back mood Mice pass through the grass out of sight About “em there's a mysterious attitude The mice are out tonight There’s no dilly dallying, they have plans Skipping up, and over the dry stone wall Down the alley, and jumping empty cans Being sure, as to miss the tomcats brawl The mice are out tonight The cobble stones glisten as they spring Into someone’s, un-suspecting backyard Up the drain pipe, and at last they are in The cat’s away tonight there is no guard The mice are out tonight Now a feast of a lifetime is for the taking All settle in a circle, they have their prize Mrs. Crumble, has been doing her baking So much pie that befits their hungry eyes The mice are out tonight With bellies full, they a take a timely nap Backpacks ready, for their journey home With one eye open, watching for that cat It would not do to have their cover blown The mice are out tonight Once awake, no time wasted, home to go With more caution shown when bellies full As down the drain pipe, to the yard below Onwards, there’s no time to stop and mull The mice are out tonight In the shadows of the night they kept low Where the waxing moon sees, and smiles The mice feel safe under his fatherly glow As the mice, now have their food supplies The mice are out tonight . . .