The Mouse With A Hat
The mouse with the hat ran
to me doing combat,
They made me feel short and fat,
I just wanted to eat cheese and chat,
I always dreamed I'd be an American aristocrat,
My reflection tells me I'm a blind bat,
I wish I could change my life's
foreign format,
I try to fly but I always fall flat,
Maybe I should stop being a wet bathmat,
Tomorrow, I’m going to try and be fierce like a wildcat.
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