WilfTheHairy

To Be A Dormouse Oh you know that you're a dormouse when the carpet smells of gin, and much as you'd love to go to the pub they never let you in. Oh you know that you're a dormouse when your ears are in a sling, and the biscuit crumbs that bother your gums really make you sing. Oh you know that you're a dormouse when the moon begins to hum, and as you walk at night through the scattered light your feet get stuck in gum. Oh to be a dormouse with a hat made from a plum, I'd dance on a vine and drink cheap wine then drown myself in rum.