Ratcatcher

He's a pest controller
He's a vermin basher
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 the word 'Ratcatcher' 
On the sides and the back

He finds rats in the drains
He finds rats on your floor
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 β€œHe'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 basher
He's a rodent hunter
He's the mean Ratcatcher