Ratcatcher
He's a pest controller
He's a vermin snatcher
He's a rodent hunter
He's the mean Ratcatcher
First he lays out the trap
Then he puts down the bait
Hides away in the dark
And he waits and he waits
Poison packed in his bag
Netting held in his hand
Hopes to catch every rat
That's infesting our land
Drives his Ratcatcher van
Painted grey, white and black
With his Ratcatcher name
On the sides and the back
He finds rats in the drains
He finds rats under floors
During days hears them squeak
During nights hears them gnaw
Doesn't care for his prey
Says that rats spread disease
For they once caused the plague
With their germs and their fleas
Is he good is he bad?
Is he cure or a curse?
If you ask any rats
They'll reply “He's the worst!”
So if you see a rat
Running fast through your town
Do not stress, do not fear
You know who's coming round
He's a pest controller
He's a vermin snatcher
He's a rodent hunter
He's the mean Ratcatcher