Whenever I pull a Pall Mall from the pack The dogs get excited get ready to attack The rat that scorned them they had warned before Waiting out there laughing at them they just know Having an itch and wanting to scratch That imaginary rat unwary But if real I imagine that he or she Would be wary of this rat reality Though the dogs know what they want when they go Caught up in whatever they might catch Dogs of the desert in the desert no more In the gritty city now who know what to do How at smoke break two abreast to burst then through the door To exercise their curiosity Steven Curtis Lance   Image: Fat rat by Franziska