Dead Skunk Season
Dead Skunk Season, it goes best on a roast,
then sliced nice and thin, and served up on rye toast!
Dead Skunk Season, oh it costs, but you’ll pay!
A dash in the eggs drives the in-laws away!
Dead Skunk Season, no live critters were harmed;
the label says road-kill, but don’t be alarmed!
Dead Skunk Season, Gordon Ramsay’s a fan;
When it ruins your cookware, you’ll buy his new pan.
Dead Skunk Season, have some more if you please,
and while you are at it, pass the Limburger cheese!
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