Of Mice And Men P O M March

If I could walk with mice and men

And breathe a sigh of life again

I would not wander or give account

About my time or it’s amount

For in the annals of my mind

In all my lives I’ve been so kind

For never once did I in fear

Attack the ones that I held dear

My soul in glory shone right through

And then transcend to pastures new

To walk with mice and men.

If I could walk with mice and men

And breathe a sigh of life again

Not one moment would I waste

Or rush around in vacant haste

For I would stand and gaze around

Until within my sight I found

The tree of life while in full bloom

As from her boughs sweet fruits would loom

Then all in nature they would long

To sway within her siren song

And walk with mice and men