Down The River

Ratty and Mole

were rowing down the river 

As the sun went down 

they started to shiver 

The glorious day had 

taken a turn for the worse 

Ratty was getting grumpy 

his voice was getting terse 

Mole was worried 

he would miss his dinner

that without his sumptuous food

he would get awfully thinner 

Mole thought to himself 

he had rotten luck 

just as he received a wink

and raspberry from a passing duck

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