It came to me in a dream,
I awoke with a scream,
Mickey Mouse is real, an alien from a planet far,
A far away distant nova exploded star.
He took the form of a large giant mouse,
And appeared in that form at Walt Disney’s house,
Now I know you do not believe my contention,
It is absurd and certainly not convention.
But hear me out as I will ascribe,
The alien inside the mouse is never seen eating or to imbibe,
No it is a perfect ploy to live a life of luxury and grace,
To blend in and be accepted into the human race.
Now every child believes he is real,
He even has a wife and dog, to seal the deal.
Now there are actors in the other costumes I grant you that,
But he is there in California and that is a fact.
The Mouse That Roared was to be about the misdirection,
But the power of the real mouse changed the complexion,
He roars, he lives in a spacious dig, he has transformed to something the children dig.
And when they grow up and they surely will,
He will take a role in government and live at the Capitol Hill.
He may even run for president and that is no lark,
For him it will be a stroll in the park.
President Mouse and a Congress of automated yes men at his side,
Then watch our country as it does its downward slide.