Taming Mountain Lyons at Carnegie Hall

Dear Consumer,

its taken us all a long time to discover your reason for leaving the fortitude of our laboratory but we are pretty sure you fergot your suitcase on the table in the laundry room & johnny customer sits on it while bathing but that didnt bother us none so we havent changed it an we regret to inform you your coops left your chicken & time keeps ticking on the watch in your suitcase or at least we think it is because your suitcase is ticking our top scientists are crossing their fingers and we were hoping you could tell us why an all the while we know youre on your back we hope to see your beard again & gray skies in springtime makes us long for the winter but fergit about that part about the suitcase watch in your coatroom by the laundry & dawn spoke to me this morning about her cemetary an from the sounds of it shes moving out of town like you did & radios still play sounds of music in the blistering haze of yesteryear and 2112 will be the year i return for my cd collection an i hope youre there to see it since you were in the laboratory last summer & its radiation you know what you breathed in that day and asked us if you were ok but we still cant tell because you werent there for your weekly physical an we hope you dont resent us for feeding you the rat poison it was in the name of science & your lawyers have agreed to our terms and wont be your lawyers anymore since we hired 'em

Respectfully
Your congressman
H. Amock


The toaster turns out a new butter
But you cant tell where your cow went
Love to tell you why I made it
But these things are just so hard you know
Just go ahead and choke on it
But dont say it was my butter
The toaster made it
And the maid approved it
And the dog ate it
The only one who choked
On it/ was the mouse

house fire burning bridges mountain snows of clay an clouds filled with rain hover about Alabamas head but he didnt seem to mind so i didnt warn him that that cloud might be stars not rain & feeling right is only half the battle, quazimoto knew that why cant you figure it out? you dont have that much weight on your shoulders & mountain men can feel the fog before it hits them & Alabama sitting on a rocking chair makes duck sounds with his fists and harp songs with his feet and sings "Nothing really matters to me" but that all came from somebody else even though he will only tell you its time to fergit it all and go to sleep

love
joe the house-mouse