Poems of Lighthouse Bob
The Devil Is A Weasel #36
The Devil is a weasel who's reckoned for your mind. Just when you'd think, “He's all gone!” that's when he'll steal you blind. Likend weasel's after chickens ‘cept Satan wants your soul and won't stop devourin' ‘til he's finished with you whole. The Devil is a weasel who's reckoned life destroy. Just when you'd think, “He's gotten!” that's when he'll steal your joy. Likend weasel's after laid eggs ‘cept Satan wants your time and so don't start squanderin' aft you finished this here rhyme. -Lighthouse Bob |
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The Devil Is A Weasel #36
The Devil Is A Weasel #36