There's a rat in the kitchen
Casually strolled in the kitchen,
Oh my God it's a Rat,
Followed by a high pitch scream,
Who'd of thought of that.
It had come from the garden,
From the blazing sun outside,
Inside to cool down in shade,
Where he now did hide.
Where is it my mum shout,
Opening every cupboard door,
Pots, pans, plates, cups everywhere,
There contents all over the floor.
I jumped down off the sofa,
To help clean the mess,
Mum bleached everything in sight,
Ratty was still at large nevertheless.
Everything now put away was as,
Clean as a surgeons theatre,
With no clues to his whereabouts,
We'd assumed he'd done a runner.
Mum opened the cooker door,
What she saw was so wrong,
There in the oven sat Ratty,
Where he'd been hiding all along.
There's a rat in the kitchen,
What am I gonna do,
When I hear these UB40 lyrics,
I giggle as it really was true.
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