Tit For Tat Poem by sylvia spencer

It's Tit for Tat, you big fat rat,
Why don't you run away.
My back is up, you have spat at me,
go find someone else to play.
Why should I run, and let you win,
It's Tit for Tat you flea ridden cat,
I know I've won the day.
Oh! no you haven't, you big fat rat,
and that I am proud to say.
I may be big, and slightly fat,
but I can find easy pickings.
but you have to wait until your fed,
with scraps of meat and chickens.
You have eaten our bacon,
and pinched our cheese,
Without even saying,
a thankyou or a please.
Then is it Tit for Tat, you flea ridden cat,
have I just won the day.
Oh! no you haven't you big fat rat'
and that I am proud to say.
Then off I go in a friendly mood,
giving you all your own way
but just remember, my flea ridden cat.
Tomorrow, s another day.
We can go on forever,
with all this Tit for Tat.
Just as long as I am a cat,
and you're a dirty rat.