Waltzing Rats by Darius Greene published on 2012/06/08 18:57:44 +0000 Bringing this old tune back out for a spin, the vocals have been renewed afresh... Waltzing Rats One day the rats will go waltzing in the towers made of gold, and the midnight will smile on the rosy nose of everything meek and cold; and with thimbles for bells they’ll clamor like hell, on the broken beaks and wings; where owls were once their kings. With long teeth, and tuxes, and ties, and pockets of dandelion seeds; they gift all their beauties with the tarnished trinkets, only the best of dumpsters have seen. Moving their tails to the organ reeds of plastic wrap and cheese, and a rather tasty breeze. By the dreams of tiny things, and the tails of grief and woe; Fortune may come to the meager paws, of those it seldom knows. One day the rats will go waltzing in the finest of luxury suites, and the mornings will glow on the sable eyes, of the ones with quiet feet; and with candy corns for horns, they’ll roar for joy along the halls, by streaming soda falls. With quaint canes and top hats, and a flicker of whisker before they kiss, they twirl all their beauties then take a bow for the world has become their bliss. The secret of squeaks where shadows hide beatsm of thundering hearts that meet, for rejoicing their love is sweet. By the dreams of tiny things, and the tails of grief, and woe. Fortune may come to the meager paws of those it seldom knows.