Sid was a rat
Who kept a hat shop,
Ordinary sort of stuff:
Pork pies,
Panamas,
Old flat caps,
Bowlers,
Boaters
For old fat chaps,
Deerstalkers,
Stetsons…
And that was enough
For that shop!
Yes, Sid was a rat
Who kept a hat shop,
Ordinary sort of trade:
Eels,
Elks,
Dirty old foxes,
Skinny
Kittens
In travelling boxes,
Elephants,
Owls…
And business paid
In that shop!
One day the Mayor knocked on the door,
Said, ‘Sid, you can’t stay here no more!
We’re going to knock your hat shop down
To build a new road through the town!’
‘Is that a fact?’
Said Sid the Rat,
‘Is that a fact?’
Said he.
‘We’ll see!
You build your road and I’ll get my hats,
And I’ll stack them up like a block of flats
Right in the middle
And, hey-diddle-diddle,
The cars won’t know
Which way to go!
And I’ll get the elk,
And the dirty old fox,
And the kitten
Out of her travelling box,
And the slithering eel,
And the wise owl too,
And the elephant
On his way to the zoo,
And I’ll tell you what they’ll do!
They’ll pull those drivers out,
Willy-nilly,
And they’ll tickle those drivers
And tickle them silly!
There’ll be huge traffic jams
But they won’t care!
So how do you like that,
Mr Mayor?’
‘Oh,’ said the Mayor.
‘Oh dear,’ said the Mayor.
‘Hum,’ said the Mayor.
‘I fear,’ said the Mayor,
‘You’d better keep your hat shop, Sid,
And carry on the way you did!’
Sid
Did!
