The mice sleep soap n’ hurry scurry, go merry the weekend
And my death-letter hath no form nor stamp t’ frank on send
Blood down my branch it’s still torn mud and dripping
Could ya hop the stile? I see yer brow a raised skipping
Another Queen Jane till the end

Well the mice hide cheese & boxes, go sherry the weekend
And my death-letter it ‘tas jus’ but one caught friend
Juice down my stump lay on stalled wall-stripping
Could ya jump the fence? I see yer sense a tripping
Another Queen Jane till the end

Well the mice do pish out relief n’ joy, go very the weekend
And my death-letter ‘tis gone on round some tether n’ bend
Fluid down my cable laid all frayed n’ sky-whipping
Could ya take the throne? I see yer bones a slipping
Another Queen Jane till the end

Well the mice scratch wires flit, go cherry the weekend
And my death-letter still at British library on the lend
Water down my wires lay still but pillar's crumble-ripping
Could ya pull the chair? I see yer heart-quiver a tripping
Another Queen Jane till the end

Well the mice spin their straw-cribs, go ‘cross that weekend
And my letter ‘most done ready, post-ladies I’m fit to tend
Sweat down my pole lay warm an’ duly it’s slipping
Won’t ya sit the chrome-bed? For faint cross-flipping
Another Queen Jane till the end