Three hundred sixty five thousand
rats are born daily.
One or two could be a mouse and
these numbers aren't failing.

The rat pops out
and starts racing through the maze
the bells are loud
He sits in class dazed
walking across the Stage
completely amazed
in rage.
This is it?

Off to the rat factory
constructing little rat watches
too costly for his hourly
jealously he covets
his rat mouth tastes sour.
Comfort, a paw swipe away
promised he was Happily Ever After
he'll get it someday
One way or another
Even if he hasn't to steal, cheat, and lie
Even if he has to die.