Feed your mind and body
At some point a pathetic mouse will come to your door
You don’t like mice so much but the pathetic you abhor more
So you feed the mouse until it becomes strong
The mouse smiles and winks at you and knows his battle has been won
Somewhere along the way the mouse becomes a lion in his own mind
Moves far away to search for his own kind
Wish him good luck
And when he returns wish him good luck
But close that door
The floor is clean now
You don’t need dirty paw prints on your floor