The first time rodents got in our way,
Was in our studio apartment on NY’s Ave A,
When in our closet we heard squeaking,
And on our still wrapped spaghetti they were feasting.
And then we threw up such a fuss,
That through our neighbor’s door we nearly bust,
And made them privy to our drama,
While dressed in fuzzy purple pajamas.
And so the girls came down quite composed,
And of the rodents they disposed,
While we looked on in disbelief,
And awe and shame but mostly relief.
This did all come at a high cost,
As our tough girl reputation was surely lost,
Sisters Grimm, our band name wearing thin,
As for weeks we were known as the Sissies Grimm.