When I was a lowly student running short of cash
I worked at a theme park clearing up the trash.
Then one day an absence left a mouse-suit vacancy.
I was asked if I could stretch to street-type artistry.
When I wore my mouse's suit I was celebrity.
Everywhere that I appeared the people flocked to me.
Strangers stood with open arms expecting my embrace.
Children stood on tippy-toes to reach to kiss my face.
Man or mouse, (are you a) man or mouse?
She doesn't know how good a mouse's life can be.
Oh what I'd give (just as a) mouse to live.
A man who's a mouse is like rodent royalty (that's for me!)
When I dressed up as the mouse the people knew my name.
When I walked home as myself, a no-one I became.
With the whiskers and the ears the crowd all wanted me.
Now with my own face I'm a complete non-entity.
When I hear her nagging voice or catch her scolding eye
I get a sense of irony as I move to comply.
My mind drifts back to when I raised my proud and mousy head,
To days of stardom, day of joy, before she ever said...
© M Day 9-Oct-2006