Did Du ever hear of Mickey, how he heard a racket in the night
and shouted, “QUIET DOWN THERE!”
And fell through the dark, out of his clothes
Past the moon & his mama & papa sleeping tight
Into the light of the night kitchen?
Where the bakers who bake till the dawn so we can have cake in the morn mixed Mickey in batter, chanting:
“Milk in the batter! milch in the batter! Stir it! Scrape it! Make it! Bake it!”
And they put that batter up to bake a delicious Mickey-cake.
But right in the middle of the steaming and the making and the smelling and the baking, Mickey poked through and said:
“I’m not the milch and the milk’s not me! I’m Mickey!”
So he skipped from the ofen & into brot dough all ready to rise in the night kitchen.
He kneaded and punched it and pounded and pulled
Till it looked okay.
Then Mickey in dough was just on his way
when the bakers ran up withe a measuring cup, howling:
“Milk! Milk! milch for the morning cake!”
“What’s all the fuss? I’m Mickey the pilot! I get milch the Mickey way!”
And he grabbed the cup as he flew up
And up
And up
And over the oben, nach oben of the Milky Way in the night kitchen.
Mickey the milkman dived to the bottom
singing:
“I’m in the milch and the milk’s in me.
God Bless milch and God Bless Me!”
Then he swam to the top, pouring milch from his cup into batter below-
so the bakers they mixed it and beat it and baked it.
“Milk in the batter! milch in the batter! We bake cake! And nothing’s the matter!”
Now Mickey in the night küche cried, “COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!”
And slid down the side
straight into bed
cakedree and dried.
And they’s why, thanks to Mickey, we have cake every morning.
and shouted, “QUIET DOWN THERE!”
And fell through the dark, out of his clothes
Past the moon & his mama & papa sleeping tight
Into the light of the night kitchen?
Where the bakers who bake till the dawn so we can have cake in the morn mixed Mickey in batter, chanting:
“Milk in the batter! milch in the batter! Stir it! Scrape it! Make it! Bake it!”
And they put that batter up to bake a delicious Mickey-cake.
But right in the middle of the steaming and the making and the smelling and the baking, Mickey poked through and said:
“I’m not the milch and the milk’s not me! I’m Mickey!”
So he skipped from the ofen & into brot dough all ready to rise in the night kitchen.
He kneaded and punched it and pounded and pulled
Till it looked okay.
Then Mickey in dough was just on his way
when the bakers ran up withe a measuring cup, howling:
“Milk! Milk! milch for the morning cake!”
“What’s all the fuss? I’m Mickey the pilot! I get milch the Mickey way!”
And he grabbed the cup as he flew up
And up
And up
And over the oben, nach oben of the Milky Way in the night kitchen.
Mickey the milkman dived to the bottom
singing:
“I’m in the milch and the milk’s in me.
God Bless milch and God Bless Me!”
Then he swam to the top, pouring milch from his cup into batter below-
so the bakers they mixed it and beat it and baked it.
“Milk in the batter! milch in the batter! We bake cake! And nothing’s the matter!”
Now Mickey in the night küche cried, “COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!”
And slid down the side
straight into bed
cakedree and dried.
And they’s why, thanks to Mickey, we have cake every morning.