Poem -

THE OLD RATS

We are "this" old rats, relocating is our way of having fun
We once lived in a farm, and our surrounding had nothing but farms
The owner of that farm, never had time to remove trash

Whoo! how wonderful was our Fridays, 'cause we were not only eating vegetables
but also special kind of left-overs,
So what we used to do is, we will have Friday celebrations
Because food was plen------ty!

We will dance around and stand tip - toes,
with our hands in the air
If the farmer that Friday decides to play his music
Whooo! that was just a bonus

O' then things got changed when the other part of the farms
got closed, and neighbouring humans came to settle
We have now relocated at 'this' camped houses
The humans there are a little bit stingy, no Friday or
any day fun

Because of starvation we even eat their doors and bins
We have even lost some weight, which we can't afford to.
If you ever need settlers like us, please do inform us
as we do not mind to relocate or to live in a foreign land

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