The Ratcatcher

A poem about perception.

I skinned a fuzzy rabbit to make myself a hat...

But when I finished skinning him...
I found he was a rat!

A white rat in a rabbit skin is still a rat to me.
So I took his nasty carcass down
and threw it into the sea!

A shark swam 'round and scarfed him down.
So that was the end of the rat.

But I've got to get my glasses fixed...
before I skin that cat.