a little south of france

an artist an astrophysicist and a rabbi walk into a bar
hopping hither and thither
crazy as three waltzing mice
in this twittering world
somebody flings a mattress
their hair stands on end
there stand they, poor rinkrank
on their seventeen long shanks
a little south of france, brain-wise
dark and beautiful and probably doomed
a mouse of a mouse to a mouse a mouse o mouse
the mice they'll hang up in the smoke
then you'll see the snow
strange language
slimy things did crawl with legs
spoiled their act as a clown
there at the bottom of the food chain
they welcome our new insect overlords
toddle off and fly your flying machine
you vagabonds