who lived in a tiny house
Full of drafts and doubts
Like a jack -in -the -box
And a clown who wore a frown
He ate off a silver spoon in a golden room,
I think I will go to sea,
where I'll be drinking grog
and sniffing occasional snuff.
So he stowed away that very day,
but the motion of the ocean made him sick.
He went looking for a loo,
but the be st that he could do
Oh, the bathroom of the captain of
There was a small still life
nearly brought the mouse to tears
To the captain of my heart
Mouse began to cry, what a fool am I
To come so far and then be
What an awful meal I'll be,
most of all to me, so it's overboard,
I'll go and make my escape.
He caught a flounder for a sail,
made a rubber of his tail,
and swam as hard as he could
Where he dried his whiskers off,
and coughed, and coughed, and coughed,
and spat up seven oysters in the clam.
Oh, he's got seven oysters and
Had children who loved to hear
But it made their noses itch,
and their whiskers twitch,
To think how close he'd come to be
you sleep before you sail,
And always keep your paws
And if you're dining on a ship,
just be sure the rooms were lit,
Always know what's in the bowl
Always know what's in the bowl