OF MICE AND MEN song lyrics
by Joel Sattler based on the poem by Burns

based on
"To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough"
by Robert Burns

wee little sleek and timid beastie
what a panic not the leastie
don't run away so hasty
with such a bick'ring chatter
I would not up and chase thee
on such a simple matter

I am truly sorry
to break harmony with nature
and though you stop and worry
considering the danger
do not be frightened of me
I am no more a stranger

I have no doubt that you may thieve
you have no choice I do believe
one ear in twenty four you take
it is a small thing no mistake
so take it, think not it illicit
I will never miss it

but your small house now fallen down
the wind is strewing it around
but nothing left to build ageen
from fallen leaves and grasses green
the bleak December gale ensuin'
hurry now rebuild your ruin

you saw the field laid bare at last
the weary winter coming fast
and cozy there beneath the blast
you thought to dwell
then crash! your whole damn world
went straight to hell

that little heap of leaves and and stubble
though all your work and all your trouble
your efforts now you must redouble
but house or hold
through winter struggle
though hoarfrost cold

but Mousie you need not explain
to prove that foresight is in vain
the best laid plans of mice and men
often go astray
and leave us not but grief and pain
for promised joy

again and again and again
of mice and men one and the same
in winter ice storms autumn rain
someday the summer
may be made plain

still you are lucky next to me
only the present touches thee
but when I backward cast my eye
on prospects dreary
and forward, I can only cry
and get all teary

again and again and again
of mice and men one and the same
in winter ice storms autumn rain
someday the summer
may be made plain

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