Three Blind Possums

Here's a story, I've only told Just, maybe, once or twice It's a story, I'm sure you've heard, The one about the Three Blind Mice The story goes they chased some chick Now how can this even be true? The mice were blind, they couldn't see So I don't believe it, do you? It wasn't mice that chased that girl I happened to know it was possums It was a place called "Possum Grove" Where honeysuckles seem to blossom See, the girl made up that story She just lied between her tooth Pseudologia fantastica It means she just can't tell the truth You didn't know I knew big words? Shucks, I do that all the time If you know how to use Google Those words aren't hard to find Anyway, back to my story Possums it was, this I know for sure That girl was just a compulsive liar And the possums became her cure They waited till the girl went to sleep She didn't know they were there Then they called those three blind mice And they cut off all her hair Well, that was the end of that She told her very last lie They all lived happily ever after So, I guess I'll say "Goodbye" Oh wait, there is just one more thing I'm sorry, I almost forgot If you're thinking tooth was a typo I'm just letting you know, it's not