Its red eyes stared curiously at the white coat man,
Who analysed the obnoxious turning of the fan.
The rat squeaked with derisive attempt,
To give the doctor a bite, he held down the tempt.

The doctor's glasses slipped down his sweaty nose,
And when his hand reached out to the rat, from fear it froze.
It squirmed under the grip,
But it managed to slip.

With conviction it ran,
Finally escaping from the white coat man.

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