When plague swept the city hall,
They built walls, to keep out,
The plague rats, they built homes,
Outside screamed the mayor,
Drowning in filth, whiskers concealed.
As the walls turned in,
Bricks churning, trapping,
No gates, no gates,
In the plans, the people made.
Closing walls, trapped the men,
But wait, just wait,
This will abate,
Eradicate,
The plague, the pestilent,
Shall fall in its wake,
Said the sniveling mayor,
Twitchy rat he was,
As the air grew stale,
And the screams prevailed,
But pestilent are they,
Commented the lame,
Watching the walls close, holding champagne,
And the rat was gone all the same,
Fled the city now insane,
As no more lay the men,
But corpses, grim and bare,
The plague was contained indeed,
But so was the lives in despair.
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