The
rats dance
“Hurray
we have the cheese!
The
glittering gold the shadows of us
We
carry it through the holes”
“Nobody
knows
We
never make the noise
We
are the transporters
In
silent mode we hit the road
We
laugh at the cat
Still
sleeping while we work
Through
the clock ticking
We
make it in quick time
Now
we hear the bark
The
dog is trying to come in
We
can't stay too long
We
have to go when we gain”
The
rats run through the holes
The
cat yawns open its eyes
“Where
is the cheese?
No
way! Rats! You will pay!”
It
is quickly changing hands
The
bags too disappear in no time
The
corrupted people will smile
“Clean
as hell as in our minds”
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