If you will
Come in and have a thrill
As we push babies off the sill
Where they plummet with a shrill
To become road kill

"Hee Hee Hee"
Said the mice to thee
When they asked thee to plead
To their crimes... guilty

"No!" said I
To the mice eye to eye
"guilt i will not cry!"
So they let the bullets fly

Into thee mind they go
Where they stop, how could you know
In what path doth the blood flow?
Why of course, from head to toe

Bodies bodies everywhere
There's one there
Blood matted in its hair
And thus the mice expose their flare
For the unusual despair