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The Good Morning Rats

Historically, I had the tendency to fall asleep after Leslie, and wake up before her. Sometimes, I wanted to start our day early—and for college Leslie, early was any time before noon. So, instead of nagging her awake, I would pick up our pet rats, put them in bed with her, and sing a song while our rodent friends worked their way under the covers, clinging to Leslie’s body for warmth:

Here comes the welcome rats,

the welcome rats,

the good morning rats.

Here comes the welcome rats

to-day~

(like a big bass drum:)

bum, bum, buh-bum bum bum bum

×∞ until Leslie is awake

This usually brought a smile to her face, though looking back, it was a bit gross since some of our darlings had a tendency to pee while they walked. All the more reason to rise, I suppose.

 

 

 
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