Mice

Most mice never ride the tube,

Though they’re always at the station,

They’d rather scuttle on the floor,

And bear the mild abrasion.

The never sit on faded seats,

There’s never the occasion.

They never catch the last train home,

To reach their destination.

They never wait and wait for trains,

To go to Clapham Junction.

They never get stuck in the dark,

Because of a malfunction.

They never hear the driver say

“Please don’t cause congestion”,

The like to stand all in a crowd,

And ignore the strong suggestion.

They never stand behind the line,

For their own protection.

They never take their tickets out,

For a slow inspection.

Most mice never ride the tube,

Though they’re always at the station,

They’d rather scuttle on the floor,

And bear the mild abrasion.