. Songs of the shining way . HE White Rat died last night. We found him cold and stiff;We wrapped him warm and my best handkerchief. Jimmy marched on before,Bearing the poor dead Rat; Alice deep mourning wore,I had papas silk hat. Jimmy the sermon preached,Alice and I just cried. That was a noble speech,Worthy the Rat that died. We made him a tiny grave. Down in the shadow dimWhere- the willow hedge-rows wave We solemnly buried him. Jimmy and Alice and I Went sadly back to oui play. But theres a cloud in the sky, And a shade on the Shining 3°

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