Twas the night before Christmas and all through the village
All the mice began stirring to commence their rape and pillage
And I in my small bed, my cat on the floor
Had just hunkered down for the start of the war
When up in the ceiling boards there arose such a clatter
A knew without a doubt these rats had gotten fatter
My cat got warmed up by chasing her tail
She’d catch them tonight I knew without fail
So with torchi in hand and cat at my feet
I opened the door to see what I could see
I swung the beam from side to side
Trying to find where these rodents might hide
With the light trained on a crack in the wall
I gasped in surprise when I saw what I saw
For there was the rat I had come to fear
And down at her haunches were eight babies here
So I crept back into the bedroom with ease
For I couldn’t kill the whole family on Christmas Eve
‘Merry Christmas kitty,’ I murmered in my slumber
‘And Merry Christmas rats, but tomorrow I’ve got your number
Merry Christmas Everyone!
ps-I don't really have a rat family living in my ceiling, just in case you were worried. ;)
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