The Rat King
In a throne he sat, tin atop his head
Leader of the brown, white and gray
In mischief he led
Amongst each others bones they lay
For disobedience you paid your head
The King grew lazy, laying in a bed of hay
The pack grew unruly, and revolt we will they said
The King paid them no mind, as he ruled in every way
In the end, the evil rat king they did slay
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