A Fiery Squeak
A fire-breathing rat in our yard takes a stance,
Wearing tiny, red trousers—yes, he sports pants,
He torches the weeds with a fiery squeak,
Our garden’s now hot and fashionably chic!
A fire-breathing rat in our yard takes a stance,
Wearing tiny, red trousers—yes, he sports pants,
He torches the weeds with a fiery squeak,
Our garden’s now hot and fashionably chic!