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   Scratching 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 that he would smell her heat and lick her silken hair.   Run Mickey run   Run Lassie