Deer Mice Are Pooping On My Head

[sung to the tune of “Raindrops Are Falling On My Head”]

Deer mice are pooping on my head.

But that doesn’t mean that in a week I’ll turn up dead.

Dyin’s not for me, plus

there’s only been about 400 cases of Hanta in North America

since 1993.

So – poop on my window sill at work

out in Burnaby,

shouldn’t bother me.

[horns – ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baa ba-ba-ba-baa-ba-ba-ba-baa-ba-baaa – repeat]