The Skunk

There once was a skunk, that lived in the trunk
Of a tree that was far outta town.
And when he got bored, or when his wife snored,
He’d climb out and go walk around.

He’d munch on some leaves that fell from the trees,
The green ones-he hated the brown.
He'd eat coffee cake, go swim in the lake
But he wore floaties so he wouldn't drown.

He’d crawl over logs, play ‘Leapfrog’ with frogs
Constantly checking his watch.
And when it was time, he'd high-tail on a dime,
To return to home to his wife and his scotch.

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