In London, once, there may have been,
The poshest rat you’ve ever seen.
I’m told that he would often go,
To buy his suits from Saville Row.
He was immaculately dressed,
His trousers always neatly pressed.
A crisp white shirt, a pink bow tie,
A monocle in his left eye,
And, tailored (with their own motif),
His stripy pants and handkerchief.