‘This is the story of Mickey & Me

When I was just two. Mom and Dad  brought this little bundle home for me.

He had ten toes a wrinkled nose. I thought they had been to the zoo.

But as grew up,  He turned out OK. Cute as a button, I must say..

Our life was idyllic I must say we traveled near and far. From the USA  to the

English country side.

The village we lived in was safe and secure. We would run and play and look

Out for each other . Down the lane we would go, thru the farmers gate,

And saw the big hay stack. We would climb to top, and slide down with ease.

Oh here comes Dad..It was way after dark. So were paddle all the way home.

After that we never did roam.

 Now you can see this is the story of Mickey & Me.

As we grew up, we were like birds of a feather.

For the most part we got along together.

We played our little yellow records and sang along.  Put on sketches forMom and Dad,

Oh what fun we had.

As we got older into our teens, Rock n Roll consumed us, as you well know. Dancing  and singing was our whole life.

Mickey started a band and I would drive him Crazy just hanging around.

Thinking I had talent he. Let me be the motorcycle, in leader of the pack.Now we’re all grown up, Mickey’s still in Music.and as for me I’m  still the leader of the pack. That’s the story of Mickey & Me