RATS AND SNAKES AND BATS

H. W. Bryce

Rats and snakes and bats

None of them wears hats

Never trust a beast

That doesn’t wears a hats

It could be that he is bats!

They all comes out on Hallowe’en

Like it or not, and I’m not keen,

They all feeds on the witches’ brews—

To me that’s just slops, what thinks youse?

Darned if Hallowe’en don’t comes

This year on day thirteens.

If I weren’t spooked before,

I am now, don’t need no more

Of rats and snakes and bats.

My nerves is shot, my stomachs turns,

I have dreams where all beasts burns

‘Cause snakes they silent slithers,

Comes up behind and gives you shivers.

And then they smiles and bites your heels,

And I must say, that sure don’t appeals.

Rats and snakes and bats

None of them wears hats

Never trust a beast

That doesn’t wears a hats

It could be that he is bats!

And rats of course they scurries round

Back alley garbage scraps they’re bound,

They like sleeping bods to bite,

I wish they’d all takes a hike.

Rats and snakes and bats

None of them wears hats

Never trust a beast

That doesn’t wears a hats

It could be that he is bats!

Bats they all take flights in the dead of the nights,

They eat bugs and seek out human heads, rights?

’Cause they loves to tangles in your hairs

And God help you if they comes in pairs.

Rats and snakes and bats

None of them wears hats

Never trust a beast

That doesn’t wears a hats

It could be that he is bats!

So youse can takes your rats and snakes and bats,

They don’t needs your flesh to make them fats.

So calls your Peter Piper, he’s immunes to them bones,

And let him pipe them out of town, each ones

Of yer Hallowe’en rats and snakes and bats.

And good riddance says I to all them spooks,

Get them out of all their hidey hole nooks,

’Cause my nerves is shot, my stomach turns.

Rats and snakes and bats! None of them wears hats.

Never trust a beast that doesn’t wears a hats,

Could be that he is bats. Best for them is where it burns.

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