Little Ingrid   Was in a forest   Looking for   Some cheese of course      All of a sudden   A bird came by   But little Ingrid   Had nowhere to hide      Poor little Ingrid      He needed some shelter   To escape the bird   So he remembered   Something he had heard      Birds can not fly   If they are dead   So he got a gun   And shot off it's head      Poor little pigeon      (Ingrid....The mouse)      He ate the bird   Down to the bone   Little did he know   That he wasn't alone      The cops showed up   Threw him in the car   Then they drove away   Very very far      To the police station (For mice!)      They locked Ingrid up   For forty-five years   The whole prison   Was full of queers      The guys in the station   Heard Ingrid pout   So they called his mom   She bailed him out      Poor little Ingrid      Da da da da...The mouse!