Across the pouring and raining skies,

Animals watch below with staring eyes.

They bite and gnaw at each other,

With teeth and claw at one another.

They’re as furry as their cousin the mouse,

But don’t dare take to flounce.

People scream at them, even whine,

To take away the hairy swine.

 They are sometimes white,

With eyes of red.

They’re horrible blights,

That dare live in mankind’s shed.

They’re tails of rings,

And their squeaks that sing.

Songs we would rather not hear.