The fat cats
Too much good living
They can't catch the rats
They don't have the skills
To chase to get their names
Upon the lips of many
The fat cats rather stay
Dreaming it all by playing hand-phones
Ringing in their minds
Of the easy living it ensures
Leaving the rats
Running into many easy passages
As the security has lapsed
The fat cats sleeping on their watch
As they live in a good life
The rats can roam
Knowing the routes to take and hide
Give some crumbs here and there
Every gateway will be opened
They can dance at will on streets or drains
The fat cats only yawn
Too tired to get into gears
They wait from upstairs to call
On report of many rats running
They just wait and wait and wait
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