Possum on the roof,
Jumping off the tree.
Eating the persimmons,
That I grew for me.
Possum on the lectric wire,
Like an acrobat,
Takes what I desire,
So he can grow fat.
How I hate that possum,
Big old hairless rat,
Gonna get my waterhose,
And I'll get him good and wet.
Now he's on my fig tree,
Munching on my figs.
Looks like a crime spree,
Eating figs and breaking twigs.
How I hate that possum,
Fat old ugly thing.
Talent, he has got some,
Just not enough to sing.
I could just get rid of him,
But then I'd miss him so.
So I'll just forget my whim,
I guess I'll just let him go.
6/8/10 29 palms ca.
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