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