The rats in the sewers
Chewing up the golden cheese
The days of their times
They find it to their likes
The blue cats will not come
They don't like the smell
They rather stay in comfort
Currying favours all around
The rats in the sewers
The nights of whispers and wind
The messages will be passed
The blue cats will meow but nothing
Until the heavy down pour
The sewers get clogged and water rising
Only then the rats will realize
The bad deeds will be found
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