There's a mouse starin' out of the window. His car is trapped in the snow. He's planning a family vacation. But he just can't go. Around the next corner's a red bird. His feathers are trapped in a sling. He's passed by some gunslinging parrot. Who's jealous he ain't got no grin. There ain't no time to stash the gumbo. Or rattle around in a cage. The sacrificed child's made bubbles. And spittle is everywhere enraged. In a hot sand or in a my feet. They're blistered and caked with debris. Chez rolez is guarding the tote board. While angry piddles with glee. There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper. He's sending them off to himself. He gets them a couple days later. Who put them along his top shelf. If you get tired of shavings. And carve up a good hunk of wood. Remembering to check on the sausage. He's got cooking somewhere look good