There are Rats in our Ceiling

There are rats in our ceiling
Yes I hear them play at night!
From one corner to the other
They run without a fright.

They don’t seem to bother
About the noise they are making
Scratching here, scratching there
Then I hear something breaking.

All the squeaking I hear is loud
My sleep gets so disturbed
Yet they seem to be so proud
To have fun in my abode.

One day I bumped into one
And oh we met each other’s gaze!
It didn’t cringe as I expect it would
Now it appears I have the uglier face.

My friend gave me a cute little kitten
Ha! Now I have a guard in my kitchen
But one day, it too bumped into one
Laugh about it, but the kitten ran.

So I cemented all the holes they can possibly enter in
Lined my closets with balls of naphthalene
Put a brighter light to the planks they might cross
But multiply they did; now I’m at a loss.

There are rats in our ceiling
And they live free to do what they want
Sometimes I feel like squeaking
I long to do the same but I can’t.