Hush, little mouse
Crouched beneath the blankets
Best not make a sound
Or else you will be caught.
Run little mouse
Through the darkened corridors
Best not stop to think
Or else you will be caught.
Cower, little mouse
Behind a taller figure
Best not say a word
Or they will sell you out.
Scream, little mouse,
And hope that someone hears you
But not the taller figure
Or they will sell you out.
Cry, little mouse,
For all your weeping bruises
You'd best hope for an angel
Or else you'll be alone.
Sleep, little mouse,
Unguarded in your innocence,
Death has come a-calling,
And soon you will be caught.
