  He was a rat, and she was a rat, And down in one hole they did dwell. And each was as black as your Sunday hat, And they loved one another well. He had a tail, and she had a tail; Both long and curling and fine. And each said, "My love's is the finest tail In the world, excepting mine!" He smelt the cheese, and she smelt the cheese, And they both pronounced it good; And both remarked it would greatly add To the charms of their daily food. So he ventured out and she ventured out; And I saw them go with pain. But what them befell I never can tell, For they never came back again. |
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