Three Blind Mice

Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the President's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife . . . .

They lifted her up and felt her breasts,
You can't control the dirt from these pests,
Society, controlled us, from which belief begs,
They ran off with no tails between their legs.

Now when they finally conceded to let her down,
They straightened the creases in her fancy gown,
She said: 'You can't do this - I'm from the Ukraine,'
They said: 'Yes we can - you shot down that bloody plane.'

Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
as three blind mice, thee blind mice.