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The Skunk ( An American Animal )




I have a little friend, who's colored black and white.
I'd introduce you to him, but he's mostly out at night.

He has a little trick, he can stamp his little feet.
he can balance on his two front legs, which really is quite neat.

he stands like that,and now, can swing his butt around.
He then will quickly lift his tail, and firmly hold his ground.

He now takes aim, and this is done in utter pure perfection.
Do not stay within his range, if he points in your direction.

A salvo of obnoxious fumes, is headed out your way.
It will remain upon your clothes, forever and a day.

If you decide to use a bus, or train to take you home.
You'll have the place all to yourself, you'll sure be left alone.

I'd like to take my little pal, to school for show and tell,
But teacher said get out of here, that critter smells like

Now if you think, what I've just said, is just a lot of bunk
I'll introduce you now, to my good friend, the skunk!

BY

( E. George Strasser )

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