Mouse ears, mouse ears
I don't want these mouse ears
They itch
I have this itch and it has become my nature to scratch
I give up all my scratch to keep these ears intact
I hate them, but cannot shake them
I try to hide them, conceal them, but I cannot suppress what I am
Why do I find tales of abused children endearing?
I'm sorry Hansel, Gretel, those Snickett kids, that girl wearing a hood of red, Dorothy, Alice, Huckleberry et al.
I want to blame the ears, but they are a part of me now
I'm a mouse that will never be caught
Because I already am.
