Sqeak Squeak the Rat is Dead

As Tenant of Grotto City, in the County of the Land
of DC, I welcome you most regally.

But we've got to verify it legally, to see;

To see?

If he,

If he?

Is morally, ethic'lly,

Spiritually, physically, Positively, absolutely,

Undeniably and reliably Dead!!

As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her. And
he's not only merely dead, he's really most sincerely dead.

Then this is a day of Independence for all the Grottoids
and their descendants!

If any!

Yes, let the joyous news be spread the Wicked Old Rat at last IS dead!!!!

Squeak Squeak! The Rat is dead! Which old Rat? 
The Wicked Rat! Squeak Squeak! The Wicked Rat is dead.

Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Rat is dead.
he's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Squeak Squeak the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know the Wicked Rat is dead!