There was a large, hungry black rat,
Who fearlessly in shadows sat,
He put up a fight,
Though was naught to my might,
And 'twas not long before he went -splat-.

But be warned, if you try the same thing,
Be alert to what you are doing,
Since if you're too idle,
Towards you he'll sidle,
And kill you (which can rather sting.)

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 276 AF.