Rat Race
The wind is blowing, Even the animal race is feeling the pinch. As the cat and the rat are caught up. The cat is worried, That the rat is no longer coming out. As the rat has taught the children, To smell the cat. So the cat is starving. Going to the bush is a problem, For the cat. For he fears the cold and trap! The rat is worried that madam is not buying enough fish; Nor is there leftover anymore, For man, Now eats the flesh and the bones. For the rat there should be no risk, When there is no guarantee of the economy. So the race continues!
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