A bunch of black, a bit of white
Scurrying near the house tonight
You’re armed and dangerous in a funk
I’ll steer away from you, dear skunk
I don’t wanna be like preacher Baird
Whom you met yesterday
And misheard something he declared
As “Let us spray”
Oh my
He wasn’t careful with words he used
So now he has learned his lesson
From bathing in tomato juice
To soaking in oil of Wesson
No I won’t err like him, I won’t
With phrases just cast off
Cuz there’s no way I’d ever want
For you to go and
“Blast off”
Uh oh
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