The cats grow fat
Living the lives they have
The power in their claws
The meat on the plates
The rats look and run
They are not going to get caught
They aren't going to be the sitting ducks
They want to live and play the yards
But some are caught
When they want to steal the meat
Once they are in the cat's claws
They will plead their innocence
They will say the good words
Telling their good tales of advances
Of protecting cables to be eaten
The underground and no rules
The fat cats are lazy
They don't want to think
They let them go with a few knocks
The rats run swiftly back to their holes
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