Smile your little smile --- take some tea with me awhile. 

Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder. 

Twitch your whiskers.  Feel that you're really real. 

Another tea-time --- another day older. 



Puff warm breath on your tiny hands. 

You wish you were a man 

  who every day can turn another page. 

Behind your glass you sit and look 

  at my ever-open book --- 

One brown mouse sitting in a cage. 



Do you wonder if I really care for you --- 

Am I just the company you keep --- 

Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill --- 

Who hides his head, pretending to sleep? 



Smile your little smile --- take some tea with me awhile. 

And every day we'll turn another page. 

Behind our glass we'll sit and look 

  at our ever-open book --- 

One brown mouse sitting in a cage.