Beaver Leaver Poem by Ima Ryma

I am a beaver with a butt,
With a musky vanilla scent,
Thanks to castor glands in my gut,
Producing sense pleasing content.
Those humans can be such a pest.
When I'm asleep they milk me dry.
Tough for a beaver to get rest,
Tickled by them while getting my
Stuff, which I hear they stick in food
And in perfumes for humans to
Be skin applied and to be chewed.
Most humans know not what they do.

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Some of me could be in the thing.