This was fun to write. Hope you like it. Open to your ideas.
Walter the weasel.
A weasel named Walter was walking through the woods
When he passed upon a possum named Paul
Now Walter thought Paul wasn’t looking very good
All curled up in a ball
“What’s up?” asked Walter to his little friend
“Have you gone into a possum funk?”
“I wish”, said Paul, “’cos it’s worse than that,
I’m in love with a female skunk.”
“I know,” said Paul “It makes no sense at all,
But I’m sure she’s the girl for me.
But I can’t get the nerve for a social call
And that leaves me as you see.”
Well, Walter sat down when he saw his buddy’s frown,
“Don’t be such a baby lamb.
If I can’t get that girl for you
I’m not the weasel I think I am.”
So Walter trotted off until the odor made him cough
And he was sure that he had found the spot
In the heart of Skunky-town he asked all around
Till he came across the kitten he sought
She had big black eyes and shiny fur
And a fluffy tail held above.
Well, Walter took one look at her
And knew he was in love.
He fell right to his weasel knees
And took her tiny paw
And he spoke of love and a little Fabreeze
As the future that he saw
She pulled back her toes and wrinkled her nose
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I cannot.
It’s not that I think you an unpleasant peasant,
But it seems there’s an odor you’ve got
“ME?” cried out Walter, “This must be a joke,
I bathe nearly every day.
You are the one glands in her ass
And we all know about that spray.”
So he messed up his buddy and missed on the girl
And you probably find him quite evil
But everyone knows how that story goes
And I told you that he was a weasel.