Im thinking of a pet.
Can you guess what it is?
It has a candlelit horn.
And it does not have fins.

It has a fluffy silver tail.
And golden eyes.
Big fluffy ears.
And its big for its size

Its a hanukkah dog.
From December.
Its candle horn.
Lit with a ember.

It's not easy, being a rat
Nobody wants to adopt you
They always go for the cats, dogs or foxes
It's left me feeling quite blue

I've been traded over and over
Put in an adoption center,
The Pound, free pets, contest prizes
It's like a personal tormentor 

In trade rules, it's all the same
"No rats or I'll cancel the trade"
We're always used as an add on for them
A vermin is how we're portrayed

But there's always a few, a handful if that
Who like us and don't push us away
Who give us forever homes and love us a lot
Who always seem to make our day

To those people, the ones who care
I thank you from the bottom of my heart
You make us feel wanted, all of us
Not like we're trash, like we're pieces of art