There once was a beaver;
Who was a retreiver,
Fun and cooky;
He could run, but was spooky;
He could jump;
Too bad he'd always come down
With a thump.
One day he ate his weight in bait.
And then took a nap,
While lookin' at a map;
He woke up,
Once he heard a slap,
What was that slap?
Or maybe it was more of a tap?
Or a wap?
Then he thought about his friend Matt,
(Matt was a rat)
There was Matt sleeping on a mat,
Wearing a top hat;
Still, what was that tap?
Then he felt a dropp on his lap!
The top of his home was leaking,
So he jumped to his feet
And started speaking.
He called up his pal, Mr Kee King
Who threw a slab of wood
On the spot where it was leaking;
In amazment
The beaver started shreaking!
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