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Run, rat, run! Run as fast as you can. You must run to earn your bread! If you stop running, You will earn nothing And you won’t be able to get fed. Run, rat, run! Run early in the morning Or run late into the night. Either wake up before Mr. Sun Or wake up with the Man in the Moon For you cannot afford respite. Run, rat, run! You’re the best runner we have! The most successful racer by far! Keep running at this pace And you just might win the race! Thank you for giving us all that you are. Run, rat, run! What’s this? You want extra crumbs? Proposturous! Utterly ridiculous! You’re not even that speedy And you’re already being greedy. You cannot possibly be serious. Run, rat, run! Don’t slow down now Though you puff and you pant for air. If you keep running You will stop foolishly thinking That this life isn’t right or fair. Run rat run! Don’t stop now! You must run all day, all night long! If you really hope to thrive And you really want to survive  You must continue to run strong!...

The Lute Lady and the Grumpy Fairy

There once was a magnificent musician

Who loved to play a lute.

So skillful was her playing,

That trees and bushes would sprout fruit.


But one day, as she played,

There came a grouchy fay,

Who covered her ears and said,

“Your songs are annoying, go away!”


But the lute player didn’t listen,

And she kept right on playing.

“It is you who can leave,” she said.

“I for one am staying.”


The fay scowled at her,

“I want my peace and quiet!

Your music isn’t even that good.

I shouldn’t have to be bothered by it!”


But others chimed in,

Both men and fay,

“We like the lute lady’s music,

It is you who should go away!


“Her music gives us peace

With a few strums of her lute.

Moreover, her music produces

Excellent, tasty, fresh fruit!


“What does your grumpiness

Produce for anyone here?

Nothing but annoyance

And agitation for all who are near.


“Why on earth would we be rid of her?

If you’re so bothered, begone!

You have wings, so use them.

Fly off! Go on!”


The fay huffed and flew away.

Her complaints had no success in

Ridding of the good lute lady.

So what is the lesson?


Just because one grouch

Acts like a bothersome beast

Doesn’t mean a good person is obligated

To oblige them in the least.

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