Gingle and tingle, this distorted world
of a twisted path.
Those oaths, I broke that resulted in their wrath.
Oh, Mr. Rat, I'll follow your red string of a tail,
to escape.
Oh me oh my, looks like I, have no longer a path.
So Mr. Rat, let's sit on their faith they had in me
'cause this is a catastrophe.
Let's let my feet hang there, cause this seems like bypath to
my death.
Now this is the aftermath.
Oh, how I taketh so much of their time,
and this bottle of gin, filled with my sins.
So Mr. Rat it's about time I stopped pining for that pinned up time,
and as he grinn's he says "It's about time!"
Oh the sunshine how sublime to see the sunset as I descend.