O noisome rat, who liveth in my kitchen,
Thou and I should dwell in peace together.
Not for me the thrill to hunt the hidden.
Not for you the thrill of present danger.
A tailless ape am I, of late descended
Out of arboreal plane and leaving there
Brutish fury and a lust for hot blood scented
To live a sheltered life in bookish lair.
Stay from my sight, I'll stay as before.
I do not want to leave my settled ways
To spread your steaming guts upon my floor.
In quiet, harmless scuttling spend your days.
I wish for peace, my rat, but I am deadly.
Should you transgress, you'll meet with my machete.
To live a sheltered life in bookish lair.
Stay from my sight, I'll stay as before.
I do not want to leave my settled ways
To spread your steaming guts upon my floor.
In quiet, harmless scuttling spend your days.
I wish for peace, my rat, but I am deadly.
Should you transgress, you'll meet with my machete.
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