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Canadian Beaver
The Canadian beaver
Is not who you think he is,
He's not as gentle, as people think
He'd stand at your feet and take a whiz.
You might think he's cute
And he's all that,
But trust me, he's a terror
He'd smack you with his tail on your back.
Try not to turn
A blind eye to him,
Keep yourself on guard
When the lights grow dim.
Sure, he might look
Innocent enough,
He walks with a sneer look
Don't put up with his guff.
Never turn your back to him
You'll regret it, if you do,
He'll club you over the head with a stick
Maybe even a baseball bat too.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.31/2005
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