Garden Variety Productions

Morton Simon

(M. McCornack)

Morton Simon was a little mouse
In the house of Admiral Loring
He had a little home in the attic of the house
And a cabin underneath the flooring
Morton spent all day digesting wood
In the closet where the admiral's pants were,
He knew someday he'd leave it if he could
To become a mousie dancer.
La la la ...

Dance, dance, Morton Simon (tick, tick)
That's what the mice would all say
Dance, dance, Morton Simon (tick, tick)
The king of mousie ballet.

Morton dreamed of leaps and pirouettes
As he jumped o'er the admiral's mouse traps
And as he ran across the ceiling of the house
He always wore his little mousie toes taps
He wore his little green mouse tights
His little mousie dance hat
He'd wear them into the admiral's room
And dance for the admiral and his cat.

"Blast, blast, get that little..." (tick, tick)
That's what the admiral would say
Dance, dance Morton Simon danced
All around the cat, till he got away.

Morton Simon was a little mouse
In the house of Admiral Loring
He had a little home in the attic of the house
And a cabin underneath the flooring

Dance, dance, Morton Simon (tick, tick)
That's what the mice would all say
Dance, dance, Morton Simon (tick, tick)
The king of mousie ballet.

La la la ...