"The Reader: Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH"
lyrics by Benjamin Newman
ttto: "The Reader" by Blake Hodgetts

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Poor Mrs. Frisby, your son's on the brink of a
Fever too high for a tender young mouse.
Meanwhile you're desperately trying to think of a
Fix for the ploughing that threatens your house.

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        Go to the rats, for, in spite of your fears,
        Those engineered rodents are really top-notch engineers!

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                And so the rats shall take me,
                The Rats of NIMH shall take me,
                Until the dawn shall wake me and carry me home!