By Roger
I SIT AND WHILE OTHERS SING AND DANCE, BUT I KNOW SOME DAY I HAVE MY CHANCE. I'M DOWN TODAY, TRUE, MY CHANCES HAVE FEW, BUT I'M NOT DISCOURAGED 'CAUSE I WHAT I CAN DO.
I MAY BE A TINY AND IN A CAGE, BUT I KNOW I UPON THE STAGE. AND SOME DAY I BE A AND THEN THE ONE I'M WATCHING ON THE TV BE ME.
NOW PEOPLE TEND TO TREAT A SIMPLE CONVERSATIONS, BUT I AM LIKE NO YOU'VE EVER SEEN. SO IF YOU OF ME THAT WAY, THEN MAYBE I MENTION, I'M THE MOUSE AND I HAVE GOT A DREAM.
OOH!
SO LOOK OUT, WORLD, HERE I COME, IF YOU WANT SPECIAL, I'M THE ONE. I MAY BE SMALL, IT BOTHER ME AT ALL, 'CAUSE I KNOW IN MY HEART SOME DAY I'LL BE TEN FEET TALL.
NOBODY HEARD THIS MOUSE SINGING IN THE NIGHT AS HE DREAMED OF THE LIFE ON THE TELEVISION.
CAME.
ON CHRISTMAS MORNING THE BOY RAN IN, A MINTS PIE. "HERE YOU ARE, MISTER SCOUSE, IT'S A CHRISTMAS FOR YOU." IT WAS A TINY ROPE LADDER. "SEE IF YOU CAN RUN UP THAT!" THE BOY TURNED HIS BACK. THE BOY HAD LEFT THE OPEN! SEES THE ROPE LADDER AND SWUNG LIKE TARZAN OUT INTO SPACE. "HEY! BACK!" THERE WAS A TINY IN THE WALL, SCOUSE DISAPPEARED. THROUGH THE MOUSEHOLE HE COULD SEE HIS BELOVED TELLY. HE FELT SOMETHING, LOOKED, A BROWN MOUSE WAS STARING AT HIM. "HELLO, WHITIE!" SAID THE MOUSE. IN ANIMO, OF COURSE. "WHAT? THAT? WHO ARE YOU?" "I'M A MOUSE. I HERE. I WAS WATCHING YOU DOING ALL THOSE FUNNY NOISES." "THAT'S SPEAKING! THAT'S ENGLISH! I LEARNT IT THE TELLY. I COULD TEACH YOU ENGLISH. OH, SORRY, I FORGOT, I LEAVE TONIGHT." "WHERE YOU GOING?" "INTO THE WORLD! THE WORLD NEEDS ME! WHY DON'T YOU JOIN ME, WE BE A GROUP?" "I'LL ABOUT IT." "WHAT'S NAME?" "BONCE, BECAUSE I'VE GOT A BIG HEAD. MY CALLED ME THAT. HE WAS A LONDON MOUSE."
ALL THAT DAY, SCOUSE AND BONCE WATCHED THROUGH THEIR PEEPHOLE , PEOPLE LAUGHED AND CHILDREN PLAYED. THE SMELL OF THE CHRISTMAS DINNER. THE MICE WERE HUNGRY. THE WERE ON THE TELEVISION, BONCE AND SCOUSE WATCHED.