There's a wall, a wall, a turn and a wall
jump over the ditch, try not to fall.
A familiar smell is drawing me in,
while the large ones above are all cheek and grin.
It feels so wrong indulging in sin,
but there my prize sits, alone in a bin.
I move with speed and the pounce of a cat,
I attained my cheese; the victorious lab rat.
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