Good Mouse Town

Good Mouse Town

Go pack your bag and find your hat;
conceal your pout and veil your frown,
and tell those friends who matter that
you'll soon be gone to Good Mouse Town.

The rat and weasel, fox and stoat,
the boy who puts his thumb in germs;
the rooting pig and billy goat
will stay at home with bugs and worms.

Go clean your teeth and wash your face,
and shine your shoes to black and brown;
obscure your tracks to leave no trace
that you are bound for Good Mouse Town.

The spider and the poison snake,
the girl who lets her knickers drop
just for the dog and randy drake
will stay at home with gruel and slop.

Go comb your hair and pick your nose,
and sniff your mother's bridal gown;
but never to her once disclose
that you're away to Good Mouse Town.

The princess and the dragon queen,
the boy who make the others ill,
the girl who loves to prance and preen,
will stay at home with trash and swill.

So pack your bag and bide your time,
and never let your defense down,
until you hear that church bell chime,
and start your way to Good Mouse Town.