Reverie in Rat Week
I want to talk about the Rat.
You've heard me talk of this and that.
Just for a change I'd like to speak
Some words about the Rat this week.
The Rat is different from the Cat,
He dare not sit upon the mat;
He sees with anxious eyes the feline,
And for his hole he makes a bee-line.
And yet he differs from the Bee,
He does not give us honey, see?
And then, again, he's fond of cheese,
A food that is not liked by bees.
The Rat's a rodent beast — his habits
In this respect are like the Rabbit's.
However, in a stew, I feel,
The Rabbit makes a nicer meal.
The Rat is different from the Rhino.
You ask me why? I'm damned if I know.
He differs from the Hippo, too,
I find that very odd, don't you?
The Rat is different from the Cat…
I think I may have mentioned that.
I do not like this quadruped,
I feel that he is better dead.
It would not be a serious loss for us
If all his family dined on phosphorus.