Classic Poem

Big rats! Big rats!
Don't eat our millet!
For three years we've spoiled you,
but none of you has requited us.
It's got to the point where we'll leave you
and go to that happy land.
Happy land! Happy land!
There we'll find a place.

Big rats! Big rats!
Don't eat our wheat!
For three years we've spoiled you,
but none of you has rewarded us.
It's got to the point where we'll leave you
and go to that happy state.
Happy state! Happy state!
There we'll find a proper place.

Big rats! Big rats!
Don't eat our sprouting grain!
For three years we've spoiled you,
but none of you has thanked us.
It's got to the point where we'll leave you
and go to that happy frontier.
Happy frontier! Happy frontier!
Who moans and groans there?