The Rat And Cat
Jack Sprat’s cat, it chased a rat,
For the rat had taken the cheese.
While little Jack Horner rode his bike to the corner,
Where he fell and scraped both knees.
Past Jack ran the rat, followed closely by the cat,
The cat and rat ran on.
They left in a flash, or maybe a dash,
By Horner they were thus bygone.
Then along came Mary with nary a carry,
Saw the rat and cat run by.
She sat down beside her a pitcher of cider,
And thus began to cry.
Cat and rat kept on going, neither seemed to be slowing,
For the chase had turned to fun.
They left Mary’s place in a quickening pace,
For them it was more fun to run.
On a near by hill ran Jack and Jill, two lovers to share a kiss.
The two embraced in that quaint little place, to talk and reminisce.
For the cat and the rat they cared not to chat, so left the lovers on the hill.
They ran down to the stream in their eyes a gleam, hit the pail and made it spill.
Little Peter Piper, tossed off his wet diaper,
And ran out to the woods to play.
With a breeze on his willy, though he felt somewhat silly,
Cried out ‘What a wonderful day.’
Both cat and rat had to laugh at that,
For Peter didn’t see his mother.
She snuck up on the tot and gave him a swat,
And for good measures she gave him another.
There was a young fella looking for Cindy Rella,
For he wanted to take her to the ball.
Though he looked high and low Cindy was a no show,
So he went home to his bed to sprawl.
The chase it did end, for the rat did descend,
In his hole and to his rat mother.
The race was now done, and a most vigorous one,
If he could he’d like another.
His mother looked at him; with her face it quite grim,
And this is what she said.
“I see only the cheese so if you would please,
Run out and get too some bread.”
Once again, with quite the grin,
Rat and Cat did play
And off they ran, past Sam I. Am,
Isn’t it a wonderful day.
Jack Sprat’s cat, it chased a rat,
For the rat had taken the cheese.
While little Jack Horner rode his bike to the corner,
Where he fell and scraped both knees.
Past Jack ran the rat, followed closely by the cat,
The cat and rat ran on.
They left in a flash, or maybe a dash,
By Horner they were thus bygone.
Then along came Mary with nary a carry,
Saw the rat and cat run by.
She sat down beside her a pitcher of cider,
And thus began to cry.
Cat and rat kept on going, neither seemed to be slowing,
For the chase had turned to fun.
They left Mary’s place in a quickening pace,
For them it was more fun to run.
On a near by hill ran Jack and Jill, two lovers to share a kiss.
The two embraced in that quaint little place, to talk and reminisce.
For the cat and the rat they cared not to chat, so left the lovers on the hill.
They ran down to the stream in their eyes a gleam, hit the pail and made it spill.
Little Peter Piper, tossed off his wet diaper,
And ran out to the woods to play.
With a breeze on his willy, though he felt somewhat silly,
Cried out ‘What a wonderful day.’
Both cat and rat had to laugh at that,
For Peter didn’t see his mother.
She snuck up on the tot and gave him a swat,
And for good measures she gave him another.
There was a young fella looking for Cindy Rella,
For he wanted to take her to the ball.
Though he looked high and low Cindy was a no show,
So he went home to his bed to sprawl.
The chase it did end, for the rat did descend,
In his hole and to his rat mother.
The race was now done, and a most vigorous one,
If he could he’d like another.
His mother looked at him; with her face it quite grim,
And this is what she said.
“I see only the cheese so if you would please,
Run out and get too some bread.”
Once again, with quite the grin,
Rat and Cat did play
And off they ran, past Sam I. Am,
Isn’t it a wonderful day.
