Just North of East Hinton, up CorBlimey Hill
The mouse and the rabbit ate a pink pill
They laughed and they giggled at the man on the bench
His comb-over flew off and fell into a trench
Rabbit was sweating with cold beaded fur
Mouse just sat giggling, laughing at her
He ran to an opening, just under some twigs
And came back and wrapped her in the funny mans wig
The warmth was intense, she became hyper and crazy
Mouse was laid-back, feeling ever-so lazy
Off ran Miss. Rabbit at the speed of light
She ran for so long that morning turned night
The mouse had the munchies; time for a mission
He tried to eat cheese from a special edition
The center-page spread of a thrown away mag
Left by the bench in a 'Bag for Life' bag
The rabbit's still running, she's done two hundred miles
Paper for dinner has given Mouse piles
And the come-down is painful, the hangover from hell
Rabbit is tired and the mouse is not well
They go home to their families, heads hung in shame
Their mothers are waiting, who gets the blame?
Both are embarrassed and a little bit ill
The moral of this story; don't eat pink pills...
