The Skunk


He went outside
To go and reside
But they didn't think he was beautiful
So he gave them a spray
And went on his way

Then he went to the bank
To get some money for a frank
But they didn't think he was beautiful
So he gave them a spray
And went on his way

He had curly hair of old
But as he was told
He was not beautiful
So he gave them a spray
And went on his way

And now he is of late
He had a lot on his plate
But they didn't think he was beautiful
So he gave them a spray
And went on his way
And now today
The skunk in the ground does lay

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