Here's the poem.
Here ye! Here ye!
The rats are back! The Rats are back!
THERE ARE RATS IN THE PARK!
With their beady little eyes and scabby tails
We must protect the babies!
WE MUST PROTECT THE BABIES!
At all costs
We must save the children from the rats
We must do something
Is there nothing more sad than a rat bitten little child?
When I was a kid
I had a hamster named Burgess that bit me often
I would bleed
It sucked but I survived
Sadly Burgess didn’t
I found him one day hanging from his face from the roof of his cage. He was trying to chew his way out and he got one of his overgrown front incisors caught in the thick plastic grating that was part of the roof of the aquarium I kept him in.
He was still alive when I found him.
But he had clearly been hanging there for some time.
The fur around his face was matted and worn from his squirming attempts to pull himself free.
It probably made it worse.
He died the next morning.
I had lots of pets that were in the rodent family.
Gerbils, hamsters, Guinea Pigs.
All of them are gone now.
I remember feeding baby gerbils to a Tarantula in biology class. They were called pinkies.
The pet store sold them like that.
The pet store would breed baby gerbils just for this purpose.
I remember spending hours at the pet store.
It wasn’t just the animals I loved.
I would enjoy looking at all the different little toys and food stuffs
All the loud colors and cute animal pictures on the boxes
It all looked so exotic and unnatural.
Here are some pics I took at Coney Island recently after attending my first Brooklyn Cyclones game.