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RATS
Rats creep at
night trailing their smell
I
think of a howling wolf because it's now struck midnight
His look is lean, mean and keen and casts a hypnotic spell
The owl's big eyes sat staring in the moonlight
The cat enfolded me with it's hypnotic eyes
The owl held the mouse down in its clasp like claw
The sleek, black cat's shadow creeps with hisses and wailing cries
Big, black rats scratching at the door
Like bats out of hell they shoot out of the grave
The vicious vulture swoops to catch its innocent victim in its beak
To all the ravens near and far come save
The ghostly, white owl stops to speak
Rats are no friends, they are creepy to us, they're more like fiends
I was sleeping in my bed I heard screeching screams
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