The Fosters Meeces

THE FOSTERS MEECES

I COULD RIP YOU TO PIECES WITH MY TERRIBLE MEECES
BUT THAT WOULD UPSET YOUR MOTHER
I COULD RIP YOU TO SHREDS AND LEAVE YOU WITH A SORE HEAD
SO YOU’D BETTER RUN FOR COVER
WE SWOOP IN WITH THE BREEZE COS WE ARE AFTER YOUR CHEESE
AND SOME SUCH FOOD OR OTHER
YOU CAN SEND OUT YOUR CAT BUT YOUR OLD CAT IS TOO FAT
SO YOU’D BETTER GO AND GET ANOTHER

WE ARE THE MEECES
THE FOSTERS MEECES

WE WATCH OUT FOR THE BROOMS AS WE RUN THROUGH YOUR ROOMS
AND WE SQUEAK JUST LIKE YOUR PLUMBING
AS WE PLAY IN YOUR FIELDS THE LITTLE NESTS THAT WE BUILD
ARE REALLY QUITE MIND-NUMBING
WE SING SONGS WITH THE BIRDS BUT WE DON’T KNOW THE WORDS
THAT’S WHY WE’RE ALWAYS HUMMING
BUT WE RUN FOR OUR LIFE WHEN WE SEE A BIG KNIFE
BECAUSE THE FARMER’S WIFE IS COMING

WE ARE THE MEECES
THE FOSTERS MEECES

WE’VE GOT TEETH THAT CAN CHEW AND WE’RE CHEWING STRAIGHT THROUGH
ALL YOUR WIRES AND YOUR CABLES
WHEN YOU LEAVE OUT YOUR FOOD, WELL CONSIDER IT CHEWED
ON THE PLATES UPON YOUR TABLES
YOU CAN JUMP IN THE AIR AS YOU STAND ON YOUR CHAIR
COS WE GIVE YOU APPREHENSION
YOU CAN’T BRUSH US AWAY, IT’S A TERRIBLE DAY
AND, OH, DID I FORGET TO MENTION

WE ARE THE MEECES
THE FOSTERS MEECES

YOU MIGHT THINK WE ARE MEEK COS WE LIKE A GOOD SQUEAK
AND WE LIKE TO NICK YOUR LAGER
DON’T PRETEND YOU’RE NOT SCARED THAT’S WHY YOU JUMP ON YOUR CHAIR
SO THIS IS OUR LAGER SAGA

WE ARE THE MEECES
THE FOSTERS MEECES SQUEAKING AROUND SQUEAKING AROUND