This house, where once a lawyer dwelt, is now a smith's. Alas!
How rapidly the iron age succeeds the age of brass.
Erskine
So this guy is visiting a coastal city on business. His day finishes early and he strolls around the wharf district where he enters an antiques shop.
"See anything you like?" the proprietor asks after letting the man look around.
"How much is that brass rat?" asks the businessman.
"Do you just want the rat or do you want the rat and the story?" asks the proprietor.
"What's the difference?" asks the businessman.
"The rat is $25 but the rat and the story is $500," said the proprietor.
"Just the rat, thank you," said the businessman.
Returning to his hotel, the businessman sees a real rat trailing behind him. Soon a second rat joins the first (completely unrelated to this story but not completely unlike a second verse being the same as the first as told in a different post).
blah...blah...blah...and the businessman is sprinting toward the end of the wharf with all the rats in the city chasing him. The guy reaches the water, leaps as high as he can, wraps one arm around a light pole and flings the brass rat as far as he can into the water. The rats jump into the water, swim around the spot where the brass icon disappeared until they all drown. The businessman trudges back to the antiques shop.
"I see you've returned for the story," smiles the proprietor knowingly.
"Actually," said the businessman, "I was wondering if you had any brass lawyers."