Beaurorats In my head i suspect a conspiracy An infestation of rats i do see In three distinct groups they congregate Belly's full from all the feed they ate We must take them all out Shoot them dead One by one without a doubt Crush their head Between cowboy, the cats, and me It's a fact We will kill them all before they flee Those beaurorats I sense they want more Than just this feed The mother load that Lies in the friendly city They want tot infiltrate the tallest tower We'll put a stop to that with .177 caliber With dead on accuracy just aim to the right We'll shoot then dead and win this fight Their bodies bloodied will all pile up A message to the others sent with any luck Destroy the bunker rats, the dominate ones, take out the alpha male Take aim, as they slip out, of their holes, among the grass entailed Instill fear, around the bobcat, down the alley, corpses in the pale