Andy: 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.
Andy: When I wore my mouse's suit I was celebrity.
Men: ... celebrity.
Andy: Everywhere that I appeared the people flocked to me.
Men: ... like honey bees.
Andy: Strangers stood with open arms expecting my embrace.
Men: ... they loved you.
Andy: Children stood on tippy-toes to reach to kiss my face.
Andy: "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!
Andy: When I dressed up as the mouse the people knew my name.
Men: ... the mouse's name.
Andy: When I walked home as myself, a no-one I became.
Men: ... a looser.
Andy: With the whiskers and the ears the crowd all wanted me.
Men: ... not really you.
Andy: Now with my own face I'm a complete non-entity.
Andy: When I hear her nagging voice or catch her scolding eye
Men: ... the evil eye.
Andy: I get a sense of irony as I move to comply.
Men: ... ironic.
Andy: My mind drifts back to when I raised my proud and mousy head,
Men: ... to better days.
Andy: To days of stardom, day of joy, before she ever said...
© M Day 9-Oct-2006 & 28-Jul-2018