December 17, 2016 by AK
“Dear neighbor, have your heard the good rumors?”
Said Mouse to Rat, running in.
“They say the cat has fallen into the lion’s claws?
It’s time for us to have some rest.”
“Don’t rejoice, sweetie,”
Rat replied to Mouse,
“And do not hope in vain:
If it comes to claws between the two,
I trust, the lion will not come out alive:
No beast is stronger than the cat.”
I wake up hungover,
Not a cent in my pocket.
My liver’s dead,
My throat is dry,
No booze to bring me back to life;
My papers have been stolen,
One eye is swollen shut,
My jacket is all dusty,
My pants are under the bed.
What have you done to us,
Everywhere you turn nowadays, you hear some variation on these tunes.