While walking in the neighborhood
On her usual evening stroll…
Mrs. Jones saw little Bobby
Covering up a great big hole.

“What are you doing?” She asked him,
“I bet you’re burying treasure.”
Little Bobby just shook his head,
Packing dirt with boyish pleasure.

“It’s just a rat grave,” Bobby said,
“I just now saw the dumb thing die.”
“It must have been a great big rat,
You’ve piled the dirt twelve inches high!”

“I know it’s kinda big,” he said,
“But, when I buried that old rat,
I had to make the hole real big
‘Cause he’s inside of your old cat.”