Mice Hell

I wonder if mice can go to hell,
or if they're already there.
Living in their glass cells,
while the fascinated monsters stare.
They scream and tap and yell,
protesting that it isn't fair,
that Timmy's been in front since the bell,
and really he should have to share.
And even when they behave well,
and there is no pulling of hair,
the mice can still always tell
that the monsters are out there.