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It's nasty when it rains; just ponder,
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Where are we to wipe our feet?
Living in a sewer, Just think of it,
It isn't very pure; The stink of it Is nasty to endure!
One drink of it Is guaranteed to give you indigestion!
Down among the drains
-- no place for -- Sensitive or house-proud rats!
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But one thing we agree -- It's relatively free
From interfering pussy cats!
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Down below the town you'll find us, Living in a world of damp,
Running up and down, and blind as bats because we have no lamp!
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Managing to thrive On scraps that Keep us all alive.
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Perhaps that is why we all survive -
The chaps that feed us best don't stop to ask the question!
Still to us it's home, although
The accommodation's always damp.
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In puddles here we sleep
All huddled in a heap -- -- Small wonder that a rat gets cramp!
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