Rats

Marching stiffly to the sound of a rat catchers's pipe. There is a big cheese in the pond. Running toward it, mouth is watering, ready to taste it. Wet rats are swimming back to the banks. Big gold cheese? It was nothing there. Where is the rat catcher? Lets tear him in to the pieces! Lets eat him! The catcher is already playing his pipe in another town. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 5/22/2012