Alone atop of a maple
Vinnie is stuck in a tree
But the fire dept won't cut him down
Cos I can't cut the royalties
So what to do with the mouses
They really aggravate me
They furrow my brow sis
Cos mouses in houses
Do make a calamity
(The little mess they make warrants a mediator)
The little souvenirs
(The little gifts they give behind the radiator)
They realize my fears
So keep a record of Vinnie
His war on gravity
The kitchen floor is a big eyesore
Cos I think he's mad at me
And oh if what the occasion is
Is pure allegory
I guess I can guess
That the cat is a mess
Cos I walked out on his company
Do I have to spell them out: all the dangers of the canopy?
Should I let him know how sincerely I need him?
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