Harry, little rat in the alley,

Through the shadows, quick and without valley.

In search of fun and adventure's thrill,

Harry always chill

 

In the dark alleys, where he lives so sly,

Harry, the rat, with a mischievous eye.

His heart full of courage, his nose always keen,

He roams the streets, with a cheerful sheen.

 

Harry, little rat in the alley,

Through the shadows, quick and without valley.

In search of pleasure and joy to the brim,

Harry always prim.

 

Through narrow streets and over walls,

He glides in the darkness, heedless of calls.

But when the moon shines high in the sky,

Harry gets lost, feeling alone and shy.

 

Harry, little rat in the alley,

Through the shadows, quick and without valley.

In search of pleasure and joy to the brim,

Harry always prim.

 

A wise boy with his pipe,

Guides him through the night.

He leads through alleys, with fearless grace,

To a safe cellar, a welcoming place.

 

Harry, little rat in the alley,

Through the shadows, quick and without valley.

In search of pleasure and joy to the brim,

Harry always prim.

 

So lived Harry, in the clever alley,

Admired and cherished, in his smart little valley.

A little rat, as i was told,

Harry, his legend unfold.