Darkness falls across MouseWait land/ The Midnight Hour is close at hand/ MWer's look in search of post/ To bring happiness to your neighborhood. The churro smell is in the air/
The happiness of 57 (DL) years/ And happy toons from every land/ Are closing in to take your hand. And though you fight to stay awake. Your body starts to fall like The Hollywood Tower/ For no mere MWer can resist/ The posting of the MIDNIGHT HOUR!