
Poor old rat
On it’s life’s last legs
Energy all spent
Trying to escape
Being small in size
It’s his handicap
They will swoop down
Trying to make a meal of him
Every time he emerges
Running out of his rat-hole
Somewhere out there he must find his food
While staying away from being someone’s
Either way he runs for his life
Every time he forages
Till some day, his luck runs out!

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