The City Rat and the Country Rat

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
    Disturbed it when begun

It was a slight rat-tat,
    That put their Joys to rout;
  Out ran the City Rat;
    His guest, too, scampered out.

Our rats but fairly quit,
    The fearful knocking ceased,
  “Return we,” said 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 mixed with fear and trembling.”