I awoke one night with nature's callnOut of the bedroom and into the hallnLooked in the kitchen, still half asleepnMy gut clenched in terror, icy and sharpnnTwenty some rats were out on the floornFour on the table, and two by the doornI stared in shock while they struck up the bandnFormed into lines at their caller's commandnnRound and round, the rats they dancednOn tiny feet they leapt and prancednWith rodent grace and vermin skillnThe dance of the rats - what a thrill!nnThey wore little hats and wee little shoesnGreatcoats and dresses of green and bluenThey waltzed and tangoed and polkaed with gleenLost in their revels, they quite ignored me.nnUp on the table were musicians fournWith soul and with skill they commanded the floornWith tiny guitars and a fiddle so smallnIt could only be played at a Rodentia ballnnRound and round, the rats they dancednOn tiny feet they leapt and prancednWith rodent grace and vermin skillnThe dance of the rats - what a thrill!nnThe dance of the rats nThe dance of the rats nThe dance of the rats nnI woke with a start, no music was playin'nRan to my kitchen, a-gaspin' and prayingnNo rats there to greet me, but amongst all the clutternWas a tiny glass slipper right next to the butternnRound and round, the rats they dancednOn tiny feet they leapt and prancednWith rodent grace and vermin skillnThe dance of the ratsnRound and round, the rats they dancednOn tiny feet they leapt and prancednWith rodent grace and vermin skillnThe dance of the rats - what a thrill!n