Rats - Rasputina

Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so

They had rats as big as ponies there.

They asked the Pope

To declare them fish

We thank the Pope for granting us this wish

When Friday comes, we’ll all call rats fish

We catch them with a net, kill with the gun

We’ll call it all forgotten when we’re done

They didn’t look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll

Still they had to eat this thing

In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring

We’ll call it all forgotten when we’re done