Treasure Island

Kuldeep Rana


Corporat


CorpoRat

Run run run run run
oh the track is never-ending!
Run run run run run
the motivation feels condescending.
Run run run run run
well, the Queen's gonna love you for this.
Run run run run run
for she s waiting with your monthly cheese!

It gives us sadistic pleasure
to welcome you to the race.
Things might get brutally competitive
so we have cultural events to maintain your taste.

We have rats who don't get tired
they've been running for 50 years straight.
Some cats were rats too, earlier
then they ate in the Royal Plate.

All the luck to the racers
Sorry, we just have rewards, no prize.
Don't lose heart and friends, may you win it,
you'd still be rat in the Queen's eyes.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 27, 2013

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