Henry Beaver was chilling out.
And he wanted to give a happy shout.
He was enjoying drinking his Bud Beer.
He drank those delicious suds every day of the year.
He was happy as could be.
This everyone could see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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....Until his wife chewed him out For being a drunkard, and a lout! Perhaps he should have been called 'Buddy Beaver', instead (heehee!)