A City Rat, One Night, Did, With A Civil Stoop, A Country Rat Invite To End A Turtle Soup. Upon A Turkey Carpet They Found The Table Spread, And Sure I Need Not Harp It How Well The Fellows Fed. The Entertainment Was A Truly Noble One; But Some Unlucky Cause Disturb'D It When Begun. It Was A Slight Rat-Tat, That Put Their Joys To Rout; Out Ran The City Rat; His Guest, Too, Scamper'D Out. Our Rats But Fairly Quit, The Fearful Knocking Ceased. 'return We,' Cried The Cit, To Finish There Our Feast. 'No,' Said The Rustic Rat; 'To-Morrow Dine With Me. I'm Not Offended At Your Feast So Grand And Free, - 'For I've No Fare Resembling; But Then I Eat At Leisure, And Would Not Swap, For Pleasure So Mix'D With Fear And Trembling.'