Thought "Spencer the Rodent" was a good title for a song, so I amended the original accordingly. Some verses I hardly changed at all.
Sang for the first, and probably last time at Wath Folk Club last Sunday, I think it needs more work.
Any suggestions?

SPENCER THE RODENT

These words were composed for Spencer the Rodent
Who nibbled around Markham and most parts of Wath.
He had been so active, which caused an infestation
And that was the reason he went on the road

In Yorkshire, near Rotherham, he had been up to mischief
Being weary of procreation, he sat down to rest
At Old Moor, Dearne Valley, abstinence he considered
But with bread and cold water he did himself, refresh

It gave him the energy and he made up the time wasted
More sweeter than beer, at the Cottage of Content
But the thoughts of his puppies, lamenting their father
Brought tears to his eyes, which made him lament

The night fast approaching, to the woods he resorted
With woodbine and ivy, his bed for to make
There he dreamt about sighing, lamenting and crying
Go home to your family, and philandering forsake

On the fifth of November, he'd a reason to remember
When first he arrived home, to his family and wife
They stood so surprised, when first he arrived
To behold such a stranger, once more in their sight

His children came around him, with their old ratting stories
With their old ratting stories to drive care away
Now they are united, like birds of one feather
Like bees in one hive, contented they'll stay

So now he is a living, in his cottage contented
With woodbine and roses, growing all around his door
He's as happy as those who have thousands of riches
Contented he'll stay and go a nibbling no more