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Fear of Rats

Fear of rats When I came to my friend’s house, Doors were open he sat crying in a corner. What’s wrong, I said. I think I’m going mad Saw a rat on the kitchen table eating butter. Some animals have a streak of humour They often laugh of our antics. I went into the kitchen and saw many vermin Feasting on butter sandwiches, I ran Out of the house and shouted to the crier I’ll be back but have to go and buy bananas.

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