Little Mouse with a Dream

Once upon a time, But not the kind you know. In the cracks of the kitchen, Where the shadows grow. Once up-on-on-once-once-upon a Time. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah. Little mouse with a dream, he wanted to Cook. Whisperin’ recipes under the old wooden nook. He’d steal a pinch of flour, a crumb of Some cake. Imaginin’ Michelin stars, that’s what He’d make. But the world don’t care ‘bout a Mouse and his plan. Just a speck in the Dark, a forgotten man. The fridge light’s his stage, the floor’s runway. He dances with spoons, but they callin’ him prey. Oh, the whisk spins slow, but the blade spins Fast. Dreams turn to dust when the lights turn Past. Once upon a time, he could’ve been great. Now he’s just a stain on the butcher’s slate. He found a recipe book, woo, torn and soaked. H-h-how to be a chef, the title hat spoke. Page one, be bold. Page two, be seen. But a mouse in the kitchen’s a ghost, a Bad dream. He put on a hat too big For his head. Stood on his tiptoes, Wished he wasn’t dead. A footstep above, a shadow so wide. The handle turns cold, the door swings wide. N-n-no applause, no fame, just the click of the Trap. No last words, just a squeak, and the World snaps back. They’ll sweep up the crumbs, They’ll wash off the stain. And the oven will hiss like it’s whisperin’ his Name, name, name. O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-once upon a time. But not the kind you know. Just a whisk, just a whisk in the sink And the cold empty snow. O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-once upon a time.