by Bill Price
For World Rat Day (April 4) we decided to feature a fun rat and mystery related poem.
was a young private eye,
And he wanted a case to pursue.
So he asked both his mom
and his big brother Tom
If they knew of a mystery or two.
His mother said no,
and his brother said, “Whoa there,
Hold on–I’ve got one you can trace.”
“It seems that some elves have been messing my shelves
And I’d like them to clean up the place.”
Said his mom, with a smile on her face,
“If you catch the elves who’ve been messing Tom’s shelves,
But it sounds like a wild-goose-chase.”
“Sure, I know it’s not elves
who are messing my shelves,”
Said Tom, “But it’s someone no doubt.
And I’d like to know whom
Can get into my room
When the door’s locked to keep people out.”
“And lately they’ve taken a ring I was makin’
And an old silver bell
I found down by the well
That I pass when I’m walking to school.”
Now Wellington said, as he scratched at his head,
“I’ve surely got nothing to lose.”
So he took off, kazoom, heading straight for Tom’s room
And started out looking for clues.
Tom said “Wellie, look
–at the back of this book!
“Or, maybe–not even,”
said Wellington leavin’
And running right out of the house.
He slammed the back door
and he ran to the store
Where he carefully looked in each aisle.
Beyond the clam chowder
was white talcum powder;
He bought it, and left with a smile.
With no time to roam,
Wellie headed for home,
Tom yelled when he barged in his room.
When Wellie sprayed powder,
Tom yelled even louder,
And told him, “Now go get a broom!”
But Wellie said, “Listen,
we’ll find what is missin’
And I’m still in charge of this case!”
And Tom said, “Oh, yeah?
Then what’s the idea,
Shaking powder all over the place?”
“It’s simple, you see,
just listen to me,
Wellie said, “It’s a mouse, or a squirrel,
or a snake in a hat,
But it’s sure not a boy or a girl.”
“Be sure not to get
in the powder I’ve set;
It’ll show up the guilty one’s tracks.
Wherever he goes
he’ll have dust on his toes,
And I’ll follow him right through the cracks.”
“Then I’ll set a big crate
on a stick and we’ll wait
‘Til he comes out again to his trail.
He’ll knock down the stick
and the crate will fall quick,
And we’ll trap him in my little jail.”
“And I’ll get a pie,
and this private eye
Will get you back all of your stuff.
Then this little shamus
will soon be world-famous,
The thief will be caught sure enough.”
The very next day,
tiny tracks led away
From the shelf, and then down to the floor.
And under the chest,
then not east and not west,
They just vanished!
Poof! Gone! There no more!
Wellie set a big crate
on a stick, it was late,
And then he decided to sleep.
Then snap! And ka-blam!
Wellie heard the crate slam,
Just as he tried to count sheep.
So Wellie ran in
where the crate-trap had been,
And he listened inside it for noise.
He soon heard his mother
yell, “What’s all the bother?
What’s going on up there, boys?”
“I’ve captured the thief,
oh what a relief!”
Wellie said, “Can you please get a cage?”
“Well, all that we’ve got
is the one that we bought
how just last September,
He’d begged for a rattie so long.
But the rattie, named Zeus,
had soon broken loose,
From the cage, which was not very strong.
“Yes! That’ll do fine,”
Wellie said, “Now he’s mine!”
And his mom brought the cage down the hall.
Then Wellie looked under
the crate–what a blunder
It was little old Zeus! That was all.
“It’s little old Zeus,
and he’s no longer loose!
He’s come back, I’m delighted to say.”
holding Zeus in his hand
And he said, “What a wonderful day!”
“But where has he been,”
said Tom, butting in,
“And what would he eat in his nest?”
“I think it was Tom
who has fed him,” said mom,
Pulling out the top drawer of Tom’s chest.
She dug in the back
of the socks, and the crackle
Of cellophane startled the pair.
“What’s this?” she asked Tom,
and he said, “Honest mom,
“I don’t know how it ever got there!”
A nibbled-on pack
of peanuts in the back
Of Tom’s drawer was what Zeus ate so long.
She then found the bell,
and the spoon-ring as well,
And Tom knew that he had been wrong.
So the door that was loose
on the cage that held Zeus
Was repaired, now he’d never get out.
had old Zeus back again
And Tom cleaned his dresser, no doubt.
“So listen, big guy,
here’s your blueberry pie,”
Said his mom, while she painted a sign
That said “Wellington Fie, Great Private Eye,
And Wellington liked it just fine.
Now Wellington Fie
had his blueberry pie
And his own sign to hang like a pro.
But his mom helped you see,
with his first mystery,
And he thought that the whole world should know.
Mother dotted the “I”
on the sign and said, “My!
That looks good, now go call your brother.”
Wellie said, “What’s the rush?”
and picked up the brush
And he added the words, “…and his mother.”
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