Possum On Board
Clean out that garage, said my wife
Cause we're gonna have ourselves a sale
The baseball game had been rained out
So I thought I'd might as well
I found my very first set of golf clubs
I swung them for a minute or two
Then I packed them back up with a price tag
That said $50 bucks you can take 'em with you
I dug a little deeper in a worn out box
When I saw a pair of great big eyes
I grabbed for the bat and took a step back
And I was gonna catch him by surprise
Well to my dismay he didn't even move
He just sat there staring at me
I picked it up and dusted it off
And thought no it couldn't be
When I had killed this possum long ago
It caused my wife to go into labor
On the way to the hospital I saw a taxidermist friend
Who just happened to be my neighbor
The day he died my daughter was born
As all those memories came flooding back
My daughter cried and the poor possum died
When the doctor and me gave a little whack
I felt like a proud daddy all over again
Though my daughter is already grown
I wanted to cry as I looked him in the eye
But then my nose would've need blown
He's not for sale I told my wife
He sits in the back window of my ford
I made me a sign that says you better drive careful
Can't you see there's a possum on board
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