From the Book of Songs · "Big Rat"
Big rat, big rat, eat not my millet! Three years I have served you, and you will not look after me. I will leave you, and go to that happy land.
Mist and rain in the jujube grove; the evening clouds are cold.
Behind gilt plaques and heavy gates, the blood is not yet dry.
A big dou and a small dou gnaw the tenants to the bone;
beneath the rent-cleaver, the people's hearts are eaten.
A jackal father, his elder lost, dotes the more on the younger;
a whole village weeps blood and finds no rest.
Judge Dee, in a physician's coat, comes with a basket of herbs —
and dares to make the vermilion gate repay its debt of blood.