Great UB40 song, but not the reason for this blog's title. My rat-poet roomie's sister turns out to be a great rat-poet too! She is a pastry chef, and I never knew this, but apparently there are such things as "glue traps" to catch the poor, dear mice who invade the bakery where she works. This kind rat-poet attempts to liberate them. The following is her expression of empathy for her rodent brethren:
"HINDSIGHT IS 20/20"
“A bakery!” I thought as I scurried by
Seemed like a good idea at the time
A life of luxury, all just for me!
No fields, no famine, easy this life would be
cake crumbs, bread crumbs, always more
A lazy mouse I could be for sure
No cats, no owls, no snakes to escape
This was definitely my lucky fate!
But 12 hours later, neck snapped in a trap
The first one to find me, I'm tossed in the trash
If only I’d touched it just light as a feather...
Just goes to show you, easier isn't always better.
--Ali K (2009---original)
"Stuck on Glue"
Stuck, stuck, stuck on glue
that's what these humans do
trying to escape
can I change my fate?
Here she comes and I'm afraid
Will she save me if I behave?
(try not to bite her!)
I'm off, limping off
At least I'm free to die where I please.
--Ali K (2009---original)
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I have only one thing to say.
ReplyDeleteOr rather sing.
A Death Of A Rat
I read the news today, oh boy!
About a rat in southern Florida
Although the rat was rather small,
That cat just toyed with him, then took his all.
Well I just had to cry
I saw his bloodshot eye
He thought he'd live to tell the tale
He didn't know that she had wounded him
He lay and breathed his last breath there
He lived and then he lived no more
Nobody was really sure if he worth us crying for
I saw a film today, oh boy!
About the pied piper who played the flute
A bunch of rats he led away,
But I just have to toot
About the fact those rats were rather cute...
I'd love to tuuuuuuurrrrrrrnnn ... youououou.... oooonnnnnn....
Woke up, scratched my head, and dragged a rat corpse from my bed
Found my way downstairs and got a box
From shoes not socks, and noticed I was late
I left him there, and grabbed my change,
Not expecting something strange
When I came back the rat was gone,
Chris was the one, who took him away
Ah....
I read the news today oh boy,
Four thousand rats were lying in a nest
And though those rats were rather small,
Leah had to catch them all,
Now we know how many rats it takes to fill the Albert Hall...
I'd love to ... tuuuuuuurrrrrnnnn... youououou..... oooonnnnn....
No apologies to Paul McCartney or John Lennon, even if this *was* the one they wrote together!
N.