Muskrat Trapping Poem by Raymond Farrell

I remember hearing
How my grandfather
Would take to trapping muskrats
Something to do in the winter
He'd earn a few dollars
But the hides
Weren't worth much
For all the skinning
And preparation required
But to top it all off
He usually came down with pneumonia
Spending more on medication and doctor bills
Than he made on the muskrats
Finally, my grandmother
Put her foot down
Come one winter
When he went to look for his traps
They were long gone
Because she'd sold them
And that was the end
Of the muskrat trapping.