I am a mouse
called Maximillian Mouse
And I live in my Maximillian…Mouse house
I’m very well bred
I’m pure Castillian mouse
And I come from a long long long long long long line of
Castillian mouses
Ole!
But it always has been perilous
Crossing the arena to the supermarkets
Where I buy my cheese..
It’s regularly perilous
When I think of bull-fights
There’s a quaking in my knees
I’ve always had
A taste for colourful things
And this day I was wearing my red cortocaportocontrezbutonizonalado
e sulapa ancocobosiasacadelamanorajo et
plato del toros dressing gown
I must confess I’ve been in gullible rings
For the bull, when he saw what I wore
Came rushing at me
Ol…
(clear throat)
Ole.
But if you think that because I am small I am puny
You are wrong
I stood my ground
I did not move
I could not move
The picador’s horse was standing on my tail
So swiftly I turned and I nipped him in the fetlocks
He was most embarrassed
But for the moment I was free
I pirouette to safety and the bull thunders past me
brrrah
Then, I hear the trumpet call for the death
I have resolved to dispatch Senor Toros with the classic pass of the dead one
The crowd screamed «No, no!» but
I plant my feet firmly, one (stamp), and two (stamp)
(quietly)
Three (stamp), four (stamp)
Then, from ten yards away I called the bull to me
Toros!
He comes rushing towards me!
(bang, crash)
(Smugly)
I tripped him…
I am a mouse
called Maximillian Mouse
And I live in my Maximillian…Mouse house
I’m very well bred
I’m pure Castillian mouse
And I come from a long long long long long long line of
Bull-fighting mouses
Ole!
