Give ear! and with full swell sonorous,

Let each and all ring forth the chorus!

[He sings.] In a pantry-hole there lived a rat,

On bacon and on butter,

It had a paunch as round and fat

As Doctor Martin Luther.

The cook placed poison in its way,

It felt as straitened all the day,

As if it had love in its body.

Chorus. [shouting]