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!