Mickey the mumbling midget   was ten years old today  Mickey the mumbling midget   somehow ran away  Mickey the mumbling midget   was not in his cage  Mickey the mumbling midget   soon would need a shave  Lassie looked at something shapeless lying on the lawn  Scratchy at some scabby sores and stretching as it  yawned  It seemed to be uneasy as it looked up at the moon  She sensed the tension in the air and smelled a sweet  baboon.  Pungent was the warm aroma drifting in the air  She hoped he would smell her heat and lick her  silken hair.  Run Mickey run  Run Lassie