There was a small, white mouse who ran the maze so good
The doctors knew he would -- like a Harley
Somehow, the operation made his brain so quick
They sought a stupid man to test their new-found trick


And they looked for Charlie
They didn't know quite yet just what a find they'd get
But they'd love their Charlie

He walked into a class he left three months ago --
He always was a slow, slow student
Teach said, "Charlie dear, I have a plan so sweet:
These two guys, they operate, and you will think so neat - ly..."


They signed Charlie
It didn't take too much; a teacher's tender touch
And they cut their Charlie
He woke up in the arms
Of medics and alarms
He thought he was a dead man.
But when he started getting smart
The mousie played his part
And he became the Head Man

He wrote a lot of stuff that no one could explain
The carvers of his brain got jealous
One day, his membership to Mensa was repealed
And Charlie retrogressed to back before when he was healed


And he's just ol' Charlie
He really was the top -- you should see him with a mop!
And joy came back to Charlie

Written 1995 (11/9) by Gerald L. Bliss.

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