Last night a quite small friend of mine passed to another place

Her name was Minnie, mouse that is, her brand rubbed off her face

So long ago I just don’t know from which factory Minnie came,

She lived with me a long, long time, a faithful little friend.

But last night in the dead of night poor Minnie’s lights went out,

She used to flicker red and green, pink, purple, blue and gold.

She scrolled up the page and down again with such delightful glee

You know I really think that Minnie was happy to work for me.

She loved to sit so comfy, in the palm of my small hand

She was such a perfect fit we got on really grand,

And then last night when Minnie died I went to put her down,

T’was then I realised Minnie mouse was stuck in my right hand!

I sat and contemplated just what this really meant

It meant of course that Minnie mouse was really truly dead!

And now I must replace her with some big clumsy monster,

That hardly will be called a mouse more like will be a hamster

So good by little Minnie mouse, your flashing light so cheery,

If I continue in this vein I just might get quite teary!

I’ve put my Minnie in a bag and she is in her coffin

That big green one the garbos take each Wednesday morn at seven.

Bleggy