A Scruffian Christmas Carol

Away in a sewer, no crib for his bed
The little scamp Icksquick laid down his sweet head
The rats in the brickwork looked down on his plight
The little scamp Icksquick asleep in the shite

The rodents are squeaking, the scamp he awakes
But Icksquick's a Scruffian, no crying He makes
He digs out a morsel to feed to his chums
A ratcatcher's hand what is missing its thumb

Be near me, sweet Icksquick, them rats squeaks to say
Close by me forever, and feed me I pray
Feed all the dear rats, till we're plump as can be
And when you are hungry, then we will feed thee.