Year Of The Rat

Sapphire, myrrh, gold and silver

I bring to all men even till winter

Stretch forth your hands and receive

Believe, and to your bosom will you be filled

Your heart's desire

Your deepest wants

I am your messiah

You toiled the ground all these years

Many a witness can bear

Back breaking and nerve racking effort

With nothing to show forth

But now,

I say now

Because it is my year, the year of the rat

Twenty, twenty

Kaph kaph

Plenty plenty

Double blessing shall you receive

I am the rat and I approve you