Larry
I have a possum that lives under my house,
Him, a cat, and maybe a mouse.
The possum himself is really friend-ly
He comes out at night to look at me.
This pesky the possum that lives under my floor,
Has even rand between my feet before.
Right after this, he ran awhile and sat down.
On his face he had a smile, but I had a frown.
I call him Larry, because he’s such a pain.
He’ll come out in the moonlight, whether it’s clear or rain.
I’ve threatened him with all that is legal to do,
But he sneers mockingly. I don’t want him, do you?
Because I have a possum that lives under my house.
Larry, a cat and maybe a mouse.
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