There was once a really really fat rat. He lived upstairs in my grandma's brick house. He died from a severe heart attack. Now he rests beside my sister's pet mouse.
The cat dug him up the very next day. He ate the stiff rat and was not quite full, Then wandered onto the four lane highway. A semi truck ran over the cat's skull.
So now the squished cat lies next to the road. My neighbour tried to revive the feline, And into the ditch the dead was throwed. For the poor cat's lives were over at nine.
Next time you stay at your grandmother's shack, Beware of the rat 'cause he might come back.