Ode to Ratting


Oh baby rat, oh baby rat, I love your silky skin
I strip it off with utter care from legs and frame so thin

Oh black old rat, oh black old rat, with rage and eyes on fire
You come against me wielding tooth and claw so sharp and dire

Oh rat so young, oh rat so young, where did you go astray?
You fall and flounder every time you dare to cross my way

I grab you all and put you in my sack of prized possessions
Then off to Jorj I go with means to earn my gold and lessons

Such are the ways of all who learn the ratty truths in life
In Sarapis, the merciless, so full of war and strife

No matter what your class or House, you have no other choices:
Before you slay the Senate trolls, get used to squeaky voices

In every street and alley, until all your dreams go pale
For higher levels come in shape of fur and scabby tail!

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Daedalan, in the year 428 AF.