Here’s a little poem I wrote concerning my daughter’s two (late) cats.

Black as night
And black as coal,
   Went walking out one day,
To battle in the orchard,
   A rat and mouse to slay!

They creep with stealth
   So carefully,
So silently they come
   Except old Zeus, he farted,
Made noises with his bum.

"Be silent", hissed Apollo
   "I think I smell a rat"
Zeus looked bemused, saw nothing,
   Only smelled a cat.

Noiselessly they glided
   Together down the path,
Rats, up a tree, were watching
   And having quite a laugh.

Rats who watch are always there
   Roaming wide and free,
Sneaking down a drainpipe
   Watching through a periscope
Hiding in a flower pot
   Or laughing up a tree

"Supper time" shouts Mistress Bleu
   Rattling their tin
"Zeus, Apollo, leave that rat,-
   It's raining, come on in!"