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Far back within an age remote	A
Which common history fails to note	A
When dogs could talk and pigs could sing	B
And frogs obeyed a wooden king	B
There lived a tribe of rats so mean	C
That such a set was never seen	C
For during all the livelong day	D
They fought and quarrelled in the hay	D
And then at night they robbed the mice	E
Who always were so kind and nice	E
They stole their bread they stole their meat	F
And all the jam they had to eat	F
They gobbled up their pies and cake	G
And everything the mice could bake	G
They stuffed themselves with good fresh meal	H
And ruined all they could not steal	H
They slapped their long tails in the butter	I
Until they made a frightful splutter	I
Then sleek and fine in coats of silk	J
They swam about in buttermilk	J
They ate up everything they found	K
And flung the plates upon the ground	K
And catching three mice by their tails	L
They drowned them in the water pails	L
Then seeing it was morning light	M
They scampered home with all their might	M
The mouse tribe living far and near	I
At once this awful thing did hear	I
And all declared with cries of rage	N
A war against the rats they'd wage	N
The mouse king blew a trumpet blast	O
And soon the mice came thick and fast	O
From every place in every manner	I
And crowded round the royal banner	I
Each had a sword a bow and arrow	I
Each felt as brave as any sparrow	I
And promised in the coming fight	M
To die or put the rats to flight	M
The king put on a coat of mail	P
And tied a bow knot to his tail	P
He wore a pistol by his side	Q
And on a bull frog he did ride	Q
March on he cried And hot and thick	R
His army rushed in double quick	R
And hardly one short hour had waned	S
Before the ranks the rat camp gained	S
With sounding drum and screaming fife	T
Enough to raise the dead to life	T
The rats awakened by the clatter	I
Rushed out to see what was the matter	I
Then down the whole mouse army flew	U
And many thieving rats it slew	U
The mice hurrahed the rats they squealed	S
And soon the dreadful battle field	S
Was blue with smoke and red with fire	I
And filled with blood and savage ire	I
The rats had eaten so much jam	V
So many pies and so much ham	V
And were so fat and sick and swollen	W
With all the good things they had stolen	W
That they could neither fight nor run	W
And so the mice the battle won	W
They threw up rat fur in the air	I
They piled up rat tails everywhere	I
And slaughtered rats bestrewed the ground	S
For ten or twenty miles around	S
The rat king galloped from the field	S
When all the rest were forced to yield	S
But though he still retained his skin	X
He nearly fainted with chagrin	X
To think that in that bloody tide	S
So many of his rats had died	S
Fierce anger blazed within his breast	S
He would not stop to eat or rest	S
But spurring up his fiery steed	S
He seized a sharp and trusty reed	S
Then wildly shouting rushed like hail	P
To cut off little mouse king's tail	P
The mouse king's face turned red with passion	W
To see a rat come in such fashion	W
For he had just that minute said	S
That every thieving rat was dead	S
The rat was scared and tried to run	W
And vowed that he was just in fun	W
But nought could quell the mouse king's fury	I
He cared not then for judge or jury	I
And with his sharp and quivering spear	I
He pierced the rat right through the ear	I
The rat fell backward in the clover	I
Kicked up his legs and all was over	I
The mice with loud and joyful tones	Y
Now gathered all the bad rats' bones	Y
And with them built a pyramid	S
Down which their little children slid	S
And after that eventful day	S
The mice in peace and joy could play	S
For now no wicked rats could steal	H
Their cakes and jam and pies and meal	H
Nor catch them by their little tails	L
And drown them in the water pails	L

Edwin C. Ranck

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