Tribute To Willabee My Pet Skunk

Willabee, Willabee, where art thou, child? You were such a sweet pet, so kind, warm and mild. My children loved you so, and liked to peek in your room To watch you sleep, watching your soul nightly zoom. Your snores and your tummy, rising high up to the moon. We loved you completely, you were our king of the swoon. I adore you Willabee, and so do your brothers and sisters. If you agree to come back, we will call you Mr. Willabee Whiskers. We will carry you around, and give you your favorite fruit. We will creep in your room to watch you sleep as you toot. You are in our prayers, sweet skunk, wherever you go. The wild will never know how much we miss you so!