An Anthology of Songs About Mice

Submissions requested and welcomed.


So far, I have only:
The Tailor and his Mouse
Francis
Little Bunny Foo Foo
another Francis
Three Blind Mice
Questions
Madam Mouse Trots
Zavanye and House
Down by the Bay
Froggy Went A-courting


The Tailor and his Mouse

Thanks to Trevor Simpson for fixing the chorus.

There was a tailor had a mouse;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
The tailor kept him in his house;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
Hi diddle um cum
Tarrum tairum
Through the town of Ramsey.
Hi diddle um cum
Over the lee.
Hi diddle um cum feedle.

The tailor though his mouse was ill;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
So he gave him part of a blue pill;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
Hi diddle um cum
Tarrum tairum
Through the town of Ramsey.
Hi diddle um cum
Over the lee.
Hi diddle um cum feedle.

The tailor thought his mouse would die;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
So he baked him in an apple pie;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
Hi diddle um cum
Tarrum tairum
Through the town of Ramsey.
Hi diddle um cum
Over the lee.
Hi diddle um cum feedle.

The pie was cut, the mouse ran out;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
The tailor chased him all about;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
Hi diddle um cum
Tarrum tairum
Through the town of Ramsey.
Hi diddle um cum
Over the lee.
Hi diddle um cum feedle.

The mouse was found in a corner, dead;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
So he got another in its stead;
Hi diddle um cum feedle.
Hi diddle um cum
Tarrum tairum
Through the town of Ramsey.
Hi diddle um cum
Over the lee.
Hi diddle um cum feedle.



Francis

I have a crystal
It's clear and round
It contains an image
On it I found
A cute little mouse
Furry, white and brown
With five distinct spots
And ruby eyes
My mouse is a sight to see
He shines like silver and gold
His fur as white as the starlight
And brown as Mother Earth,
The oldest of the old
His eyes like rubies
Glimmer blackly
In the lamplight blood shines through
Soft, silken whiskers
Climb on my shoulder
Live for forever
My Francis.



Little Bunny Foo Foo

This song once made me cry from homesickness when I was at camp. I really missed my mice, and I was afraid one of them would die.

Little Bunny Foo Foo went hoppin' through the forest
Scooping up the field mice and
Boppin' 'em on the head.
When along came the Good Fairy, and she said:
"Little Bunny Foo Foo,
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the field mice and
Boppin' 'em on the head.
I'll give you three chances, and if you don't mend your ways, I'll turn you . . . into a goon!"

So . . .
Little Bunny Foo Foo went hoppin' through the forest
Scooping up the field mice and
Boppin' 'em on the head.
When along came the Good Fairy, and she said:
"Little Bunny Foo Foo,
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the field mice and
Boppin' 'em on the head.
I'll give you two more chances, and if you don't mend your ways, I'll turn you . . . into a goon!"

So . . .
Little Bunny Foo Foo went hoppin' through the forest
Scooping up the field mice and
Boppin' 'em on the head.
When along came the Good Fairy, and she said:
"Little Bunny Foo Foo,
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the field mice and
Boppin' 'em on the head.
I'll give you one more chance, and if you don't mend your ways, I'll turn you . . . into a goon!"

So . . .
Little Bunny Foo Foo went hoppin' through the forest
Scooping up the field mice and
Boppin' 'em on the head.
When along came the Good Fairy, and she said:
"Little Bunny Foo Foo,
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the field mice and
Boppin' 'em on the head.
You didn't mend your ways your ways on time, so . . . poof! You're a goon!"

And the moral of the story is:           Hare today, Goon tomorrow.



Francis

Once pure pink, your hair grew white,
Spotted with shines of a brown not of earth.
Though flourishing brightly, out went your light,
Leaving memory and a plot of land as your worth.
Your father was William Shakespeare Harlequin.
Amy, grey and white gave you birth.
You were prized, and there was such regret when
The gods ordained that you should leave my hearth.
You traveled in circles of iron. You suffered
Twice of a broken back. In a plastic cage,
Where you always struggled, you recovered.
But left again when passing the oldest age.
You left me a legacy, but I have it no more.
I try in all things to settle the sore.



Three Blind Mice

Three blind mice.
Three blind mice.
See how they run!
See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wife
Who cut off their tails with a carving kinfe.
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life
As three blind mice?



Questions

On Christmas, someone whispered in my ear:
"Go and get you what you want."
So I got a Himalayan so dear
And litter to fill her haunt.

Round, round ears, bright, black eyes, long, naked tail,
And I named my mouse Questions.
She never plays, even to leave her jail,
But she incessantly runs.



Madam Mouse Trots


by William Walton and Edith Sitwell

Madam Mouse trots,
Gray in the black night!
Madam Mouse trots:
Furred is the light.
The elephant-trunks
Trumpet from the sea....
Gray in the black night
The mouse trots free.
Hoarse as a dog's bark
The heavy leaves are furled....
The cat's in his cradle,
All's well with the World!



Zavanye and House

Blackness and Darkness and Sun
Friendship has at last begun.
To answer Questions's need, I
Brought two good friends in deed, I
Bought Oblivion and Chaos
To give warmth and health.



Down by the Bay

Thanks to Donald Dickinson for suggesting this.

Down by the bay...(answer) ...down by the bay,
Where the watermelons grow...(answer)...
Back to my home...(answer)...
I dare not go...(answer)...
for if I do...(answer)...
my mother will say...(answer)...
Did you ever see a mouse as big as a house?
Down by the bay!



Froggy Went A-courting


A froggy went a-courting and he did ride,
A froggy went a-courting and he did ride,
A froggy went a-courting on a little white horse,
A sword and pistol by his side.

He went down to Miss Mouse's door,
He went down to Miss Mouse's door,
He went down to Miss Mouse's door,
Where he had been many times before.

Then he took Miss Mouse upon his knee,
And he took Miss Mouse upon his knee,
And he took Miss Mouse upon his knee,
And he said Miss Mouse, will you marry me?

Without my Uncle Rat's consent,
I'm afraid without my Uncle Rat's consent,
Oh, no! Without my Uncle Rat's consent,
I would not marry the President.

Then Uncle Rat laughed and shook his fat sides,
Yes, then Uncle Rat alughed and shook his fat sides,
Uncle Rat laughed and shook his fat sides,
To think that his niece would be a bride.

Then he said: Where will the wedding breakfast be?
Oh, where will the wedding breakfast be?
Where will the wedding breakfast be?
Way down yonder in that hollow tree.

The owls did hoot and the birds they sang,
The owls did hoot and the birds they sang,
The owls did hoot and the birds they sang,
Though the woods the music rang.

And they all went sailing across the lake,
And they all went sailing across the lake,
And they all went sailing across the lake,
And they got swollowed up by a big fat snake.

There's bread and cheese upon the shelf,
There's bread and cheese upon the shelf,
There's bread and cheese upon the shelf,
If you want any more, you can sing it yourself.

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