Rusty the Rat
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Rusty the rat,
Lives in my walls.
Runs around,
Through small attic halls.
Stomps about,
All through the night.
Tossing and turning,
Shaking my head.
Rusty ya little bastard,
Would you please go to bed.
Damn little devil,
Rambunctious as hell.
Keeps me awake,
For a full night's spell.
So run Rusty run,
As fast as you can.
For the day when I catch you,
And that day will be,
You will be fish bait,
For all the lake to see!
Peter St. James
Written: May 6, 2004
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