Smart they are though;
As their foolishness always fall for the traps I set.
They often take their time out to dig.
With their nose so cool to sniff,
They always locate the greener pastures,
A place to restore their soul.
The rats in my kitchen
Wants to be the cook!
Wants to eat the best!
All in their hiding.
But traces they always leave behind,
A gracious way to be noticed.
When the cat is away the rats indeed plays.
Outside, the cat patiently waits
because I don't like cat's either.
On the roof they hide, the rats way
The rat race!
The rat race!
Down from the roof, they climb
Cooking their favourite meal
Eating in bits as the case may be;
Making love to themselves
Giving birth to their kind.
Never to go out!
Always be mine till they die,
The rats in my kitchen!
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