When the cat sleeps
The
rat will begin to roam freely
In
the house taking the free food and drinks
The
slow rock of its time
Molly
the pet dog looks
The
eyes of anger the claws out in the open
The
sound of barking under the table
Waiting
for her opportunity to strike
The
rat running in and out
The
world in the house belonging to it
As
the cat sleeps in its dream
Molly
can't do a thing
As
the clock strikes 12 midnight
The
rat looks up and listens
The
little bird comes out to hoot
“You
better go home!”
The
rat runs down to the floor
Thinking
of the danger in the corner
One
eye to the door
Molly
appears with her paw
The
rat sees it too late
The
strike on the bowling alley
The
tenpin balls rolling a strike
The
rat lays still falling deeply into the hole
The
cat strolls out to investigate
“Hey
what's that noise?
Is
there anything wrong?”
Molly
just hides under the table
When
advantages take for too long
The
road of potholes never see
One
wrong foot the falling of shame
The
misery of life of lame
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