amos the churchmouse: amos celebrates his birthday

amos the churchmouse:

a view from under the pew

Editor's note: Amos is a churchmouse, who types by hopping on the computer keyboard, but he can't operate the capital shift, and he shuns punctuation marks – except hyphens and dashes.

amos celebrates his birthday

boss having a birthday

isn t so bad - if only

you didn t have to age any

you ask me how old i

am but i think i ll adopt

the same policy that

the giant redwoods of

california fame have -

never reveal your age

until it s all over - and

above all never outlive

your usefulness

boss i woke up this

morning feeling rather

decrepit and worn-out

even my cozy little

matchbox bed looked

like it had a lot of old

gray cobwebs all around it

when i rolled out of

bed i stubbed my litte

mousy paw - it hurts

more when you get

older you know boss -

my favorite cheesecloth

suit looked tattered and

worn even my shoes were

old and wrinkled

life seemed dreary dismal

and gloomy i was a bit

depressed

happy birthday amos

says freddy the flea as

he hopped happily by

thanks says me a bit

grudgingly

just overhead robin

redjoy flew high in the

air hey happy birthday

down there you mousy

gray hair she chirped

as she soared away

without a worry or a care

thanks a lot says me

grumpily i hope you

hit a tree

just then boss a gang

of beastly roaches

circled me just after

i passed some roses

but i never really saw

them until i inadvertently

bumped into their noses -

if they have noses

hey watch where you re

going you old mouse

one of the young punk

insects says

then get out of my way

says me angrily

oh he s a tough old mouse

says one of the thugs

either that or he s an

ugly old grouse says

another one of the bugs

then they all yelled and

they pounced on me

with all their roachy

force whipping me with

their antennae nipping at

my furry skin and pummeling

me with multitudinous legs

it was awful boss - i ve been

scalded by hot water

pounced on by alley cats

covered in jello and chocolate

and tangled up in a waxy mop

but nothing can compare to

being roached

they left me in a disheveled

heap behind the rose bush

i don t know how long i was

there when louie the songdog

padded by and sang out happy

birthday amos

yeah right says me dejectedly

but you know what boss

he helped me up and licked me

in the face combed back my

natty gray hair patted me

on the back and says - you re

okay now have a happy day

and off he trotted while

robin redjoy flew over with

a bright yellow happy birthday

banner - and all my friends

gathered round and sang

for he s a jolly good mouse

good friends make birthdays and

everyday life a lot better don t they

boss - not to mention the birthday

cheesecake they gave me

amos