This is a cautionary tale
About the king of all that was for sale
And some mice who were at war
Like they'd been a thousand years before
To a mouse, the king called down:
"I can help you win your tiny crown
I'll sell you swords, my price is fair
You will rule the other mice, I swear!"
So the mouse went forth to fight
But the king, he got no sleep that night
Or any other night for days
Tiny battles kept him wide awake
The king went mad from lack of sleep
He ran away and they boarded up his keep
The mice consumed the empty home
They partied on the mad king's throne
To the king a note was brought:
"Did you think it was with mice we fought?
Now that we know what maddens men
We can make you lose your mind again!"