Robert Charles Howard
The Mongoose - Poem by Robert Charles Howard
Of all the creatures on the loose
there's none to match the odd mongoose
with pointed snout and chops a lickin'
for a tasty meal of snake or chicken.
Oh, there's some who think him just a meercat
who'd snatch your omelette just like that
but when he's feeling really blue
he'll munch on a critic (maybe two) .
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