that blew all comfort from my home,
and scattered surly all my food
far distant from my neighbourhood,
and flattened what was once my house
for after all I'm just a mouse.
And blast those pointed creatures hoot
that make me very light of foot,
when at night I search for food
in fields throughout my neighbourhood,
keep me at times trapped in my house
for after all I'm just a mouse.
And blast machines with callous blades
that send my friends to early graves,
that cut and packed and stole my food
from fields within my neighbourhood,
that spread remains of once my house
for after all I'm just a mouse.