No Stoat In the Boat

We were bobbing on the ocean in our tiny pea green boat The pussycat, the owl and me were many days afloat With hunger in the belly and a dryness in the throat The owl winked at the pussycat and said lets take a vote The owl then looked at me and said we do not mean to gloat But pussycat and I agree that lunch today is Stoat Feel free to take a moment to leave those you love a note And then we’ll make it really quick when we peel off your coat I told them that the story goes that they wont meet a goat A turkey and a pig, I said, will come along as wrote That pig will take a shilling or perhaps a measly groat To help you cook the turkey which will make our tummies bloat That’s the version of this tale I wish I could promote The chances of it going that way were, it seems, remote For no stoat gets a mention, not in paraphrase nor quote And so it seems that poor old me got well and truly smote