But as he lay a dreaming of lovely things to eat,
Quite suddenly a large gray rat ran right across his feet,
And after it there followed an Irishman named Pat,
Who sought to make a timely end of bad old Mister Rat.
Big Pat was armed with a huge club and called to his old dog,
"Now, come along ye lazy baste, before he's in the bog!"
Then Kent he jumped and in one bound he seized poor Mister Rat,
Shook him about 'till he was dead and then brought him to Pat.
Big Pat he gazed in wonder at the clever little dog,
And sitting down upon a large and green moss covered log,