Finally a Rat Bells the Cat
A dreaming-to-be-blonde brunette
Psychologically caught in a drag net,
Her forced-upon nickname “You Cant!”
And she’d wished she were a debutante!
The further-taunted-about-her-sibilant
And mannish manners, not mildly militant…
Then, one day they started their plant
And she mindlessly took up a chant
At breathlessness out classing the ant,
Even as peaked never did pant,
Finally paralyzing her disbelieving aunt
And by a half music-promoting Gant,
Who could still his left hand move for The Grant…
A big shame to those who at Rita rant
For being the-good-for-nothing,
Often wanna be startin ‘somethin’
And A Rat Never-Do-Well
Wanting to The Cat bell…
Finally, A Rat bells The Cat
And instantly enemies lose fat!
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