Come, my friend, let's take our souls.

Down drainpipes and musty holes.

For somewhere o'er the rainbow

Is somewhere down the street.

Enter the mouse hole

With softly scrabbling feet.

But here, you see, the rainbow's smaller

Or is it just that we are taller?

See a packrat's point of view

The knickknacks he stole from you.

Here are the melted lemon drops,

Piles of car keys and pop-tops.

I found your ticket to Neverland

Under some marbles, mixed with sand.

You see, right here, it's got your name

Right here, under "Destiny's Game."

So if you wish upon a star

For things that were or things that are,

Then you may and then you might

Find some fairy dust tonight.

So are we men or are we mice?

Are we mean or are we nice?

Will we take a chance and fly

Around the moon and pizza pie?

Then click our heels and laugh to find

Ourselves among the lemon rinds

And paper hats and dirty socks

And Care Bear combs and diary locks?

Now the Land of OZ, I have not seen:

I've heard that there, the mice are green.