The Rat Song.
February 10, 2009
im bored out of my wits
im feeding on the bits.
that my rat left me in the cellar
after we talked over a beer.
my rat, it promised to bring
more laughter than you think
my rat it brought me life,
a tear and some kink.
it became my best friend over the years,
ate my nose one day in fear,
that i could smell its tail from below
the oats i often sow.
so now i let it be, sometimes for weeks in a row
while it runs around back yards
almost always laden with snow.
but iv kept a little cheesecake
and im telling you this so you know
and you can tell him if you saw ;
that cheese takes awhile
to go bad no matter after a while.
my nose it will grow
and this, my friends know
when there is no food in the storms
this nose will follow the trail
of cheese and jam trapped in snow
while the rest can forever blow.
my rat friend you are welcome.
