Mrs. Sigmund was a beautiful old woman <br />she died in her sleep one night <br />So we layed her out in her best attire <br />in the parlor and we dimmed the light <br /> <br />When the next morning all hell broke loose <br />when little John went about to do his rounds <br />Something had paid Mrs. Sigmund a visit <br />and a body without a nose he found <br /> <br />Chorus: <br />There's a Rat toot toot in the casket <br />how he got there no one knows <br />He must live downstairs in the basement <br />and through this building is where he roams <br /> <br />Up and down the stairs and through the walls <br />of the local funeral home <br />He's a pest that Rat we got to kill him <br />cause he ate Mrs. Sigmund's nose <br /> <br />Well it didn't take long to figure out what had happened <br />and a two by four did the trick <br />We hit that Rat with about three whacks <br />and that dirty Rat we killed <br /> <br />A true story by: <br /> <br />Paul Henry Dallaire <br />SOCAN.CA<br /><br />Paul Henry Dallaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-s-a-rat-toot-toot-in-the-casket/
