Rats کے بول

Very many years ago The bolivians were starving so They had rats as big as ponies there They asked the Pope To declare them fish We thank the Pope for granting us this wish When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish We catch them with a net, kill with the gun We'll call it all forgotten when we're done They didn't look like rats at all But like some horrendous horse doll Still they had to eat this thing In gratitude the Pope They kissed his ring We thank the Pope for granting us this wish When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish We catch them with a net, kill with the gun We'll call it all forgotten when we're done We'll call it all forgotten when we're done