The Rats

by Duncan Jones

It was just a question of well being
And a simple business plan
The goal was not too far fetched
The same as any man

At first the cat was bested
They disappeared her food by night
And then their operations grew
With waste bins feeling light

Then it was hardly any longer
And the raccoons had to go
Some dared to voice a protest
But they kept their voices low

Then sentries posted in the yard
So the birds moved every nest
And the squirrels soon after followed
It was said that this was best

The tall and noble doberman
Now stayed in when it was dark
And often seemed to hesitate
When was heard a cause to bark

They were calculating, calm
And always quiet as a mouse
And then the day had come
When the rats were in the house