The rats hiding in holes
Quietly running in shadows
Whispering words of defection
“Go over there lots of cheese!”
The weakest link leaders
They want quick gains and prosperity
They can't stomach to work hard for it
One by one getting hooked the smell of cheese
The weak leaders and followers
Jumping over the fence hoping to strike
They were there before now got back home
Begging for 3P dreams can come true
The rats run waving its followers
“The coast is clear come right over”
The greedy ones eyes glow
Running across through tunnels and drains
The wealth of cheese
On the table for all to see
“Now join me to party
It's paradise can't get any where”
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