The
rats come out to sing
The
tiny holes they run in and out
Eyes
of red tails raising high
They
think they are the kings
When
the cats aren't around
The
rats believe they owned the house
Running
along the wooden beams
The
shadows make them larger in life
The
rats go out to steal
The
cheese on the table
The
wholesome plate inviting eyes
The
rats know they have the easy pick
They
come running down
Small
noises biting the cheese
For
a while they have the time
Until
a big large shadow appears
The
rats are too fat
They
have lived in stealing ways
Now
they grow big and boastful
Eyes
sense the fear of the truth
The
cat appears
The
smiling face eyes glow of glee
A
match it is hope...
The
rats will learn no mistake about it
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