The rats running along
The field is open to roam
Even those who live in cold fear
Once they felt it that way
Now the rats can run
They smell the cats in cage
They can eat all the cheeses
Squeezing out in the huge oven
The eyes flow with hunger
The minds willing them to steal
The whiskers feeling the heat
The hungry stomachs can't wait
The holy cats can watch
Caged up in the cage
They can't do a thing
As the rats roam free
It's the time of the cheese
Flowing with melting juice
The rats can't forget it
Running up live like a king
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