If you happen to have what is termed intelligence
And matter in your head of various hue's
All of them of grey
Then they may count one day
When you no doubt will then be real good news
For out there in the realms of cloak and dagger
Of Science thats the future of each soul
Robotics plays its part for Ratus Ratter
Implants in him true remote control
His bit of brain designed for navigation
His hypercampus it is going to be
Buggered up completely by the laggards
And left to rot in man's anatomy
They are going to learn to tweak his whiskers
Pull his tail and even kick his arse
With just one flick of some old plastic button
He's laboratory conversion Rat First Class
And what reason for this God gift is now given
Where no rat ever went before pray tell
Into holes and tunnels under rubble
Hostile places man made bits of Hell
This is where our Robot Rat is going
Sending back his impulses so they
The sensitive the Scientists above ground
Can then resolve the problem right away
Imagine being stuck in that position
Perhaps the odd air pocket where you are
And sniffing through the rubble comes this
rodent
Acting like a human, what a star
Up your trouser leg and in your pocket
Thats the kind of thing that humans do
Robot Rat well fancy that it's coming
Just you hope and pray it's not to you.