(to the tune of....aw, you know!)





There is a mouse in New Orleans
That's not surprising, hon
But it's been the ruin of Serenity's mind
And left the girl undone.

He loves to run all over
Taunts her with his tricks
And when he moves across her desk
He doesn't squeak - he clicks.

He shows her naked pictures
And teases her to death.
He doesn't stop his evil game
Until she's out of breath.

He brings all kinds of people
Into her room at night
He's ruined her tranquility
And laughs with wild delight.

So, people, just remember
This horrid tale I've spun.
Protect your house from Serenity's mouse
Or your carefree days are done.