Baby rat – the urban curse,
‘s outside the window seal.
Nippy eyes – two nighty pearls,
Dancing bacchic Scottish reel.
Come to me, my little one,
‘ve got no means of hurting you.
Closer, closer, I won’t shun,
For we all have got to chew.
Sweet Annette, have off’d you food,
She’s good cook, I’ve ‘joyed her meals.
She’s good-natured, I conclude,
Of high morals and ideals.
People kill, if people can,
Just to better their lives.
Rodent, insect, woman, man,
God is willing, all contrives.
Baby rat, don’t be upset,
Eat your poison, rest in peace.
You will meet the sweet Annette,
Humans are what rodent is.