In a town where the thumbtacks are bats,
Lived a herd of polka-dotted rats.
With a yawn and a spin,
They would dance on a pin,
Juggling cheese with acrobatic cats!
With their tails, they'd paint portraits so grand,
On a canvas of crackers and sand.
With a stroke so bizarre,
They created a star,
In the midst of a marshmallow land.
In the day, they would skip and they'd hop,
On a tightrope of strawberry slop.
With a flip and a flounce,
They would pounce and they'd bounce,
Never daring to dare to drop.
Then at night under marmalade moon,
They'd all hum a harmonious tune.
With a note, sweet and mellow,
Like jiggling jello,
They'd waltz to the walrus's croon.
In the center, a teapot stood tall,
Where the rats had a glittering ball.
With a whirl and a swirl,
Every boy, every girl,
Would twirl as they heard the call.
They would feast on a banquet so vast,
A magnificent, magical repast.
With a munch and a crunch,
They would lunch on a bunch,
Of breadcrumbs from breakfasts past.
But one day came a tumultuous tap,
As they napped in a voluminous cap.
With a start and a stutter,
They heard a mutter,
As the cap gave a thunderous clap.
From the shadows, a scarecrow appeared,
With a hat that was handsomely geared.
With a bow and a bellow,
He said “Hello, yellow!”
And the rats, they tremendously cheered!
For the scarecrow was kind and was keen,
And his dance was a sight to be seen.
With a slide and a glide,
He'd provide a ride,
On his shoe that was shiny and clean.
Now they live in a paradise pure,
In the pocket of scarecrow's couture.
With a laugh and a chat,
They're content and they're fat,
In a haven that's perfectly sure!
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