Submitted for your approval (especially yours, Matt!):


      Mrs. Brisby Eyes

      Her hair is mousey brown,
      Her lips are rodent size
      Her hands got gauze wrapped on
      She's got Mrs. Brisby eyes
      She'll turn her amulet on you
      If you're her baby mice
      So sweet she'll rot your teeth,
      She got Mrs. Brisby eyes

      And she'll "Please!" you,
      And she'll thank you
      And she'll never, ever spank you
      She's too tim'rous and she knows just
      What it takes to make a crow blush
      She's catatonic when she cries,
      She's got Mrs. Brisby eyes

      She'll make you move her home,
      Though it may take all night
      She'll make you want her stone,
      She got Mrs. Brisby eyes
      She'll tranquilize your cat,
      Though that's not very nice
      Her Jon got killed for that,
      She's got Mrs. Brisby eyes

      She'll surprise you, when she flies you
      To the owl that can out-wise you
      She's unostentatious and she knows just
      What it takes to make a shrew cuss
      All the rats think she's a spy,
      She's got Mrs. Brisby eyes.

      And she'll vamp you,
      And she'll tease you
      You'll bring her string and she won't need you
      Almost human, not assumin'
      Nicodemus she was doomin'
      Justin thinks she looks just fine,
      She's got Mrs. Brisby eyes . . . 

      "The Enduring Man-Child"