Ode To a Dead Black Rat

Black Rat; Laying on your stomach in the grass. Looking so alive by the ant-hill; Looking so fine by the ant-hill, With your shiny black coat. Black Rat; In silent meditation, Dear Black Rat; With such a fine pink tail. Such a long, fine, pink tail. Black rat; Looking at me with little dark eyes; Sad little rat eyes. Ever open in the death stare; Already turned to glass. Black Rat; So fine and fat, Teach me your solemn wisdom. Rotting lonely by the ant-hill. You have just begun to stink. Black Rat; Lead me ever through the darkness, Protect me from the foes that vex me. House me and protect my children. Teach me how to eat cheese. Black Rat; So much wiser than the live ones, Speaking reams of quiet oration In your silent meditation; You have just begun to stink. Black Rat; Oh exalted leader. Resting there beside the ant-hills Your dead eyes full of so much wisdom. Where is my cheese.