The beavers on The Otter got all antsy
That there weren’t otters beavering away,
Just gulls getting badgered,
And badgers getting gulled,
Dogs hounded, and I heard some hounds were dogged.
Apes monkeyed about; the monkeys aped them,
But then got foxed into ferreting around,
For a thing squirrelled away,
When they’d piggily hogged out
Wolfing the lot, despite their weasel words.
Some groused of being goosed. What larks, they parroted,
Then took a gander craning at some shagging,
The chickens never quailing as
They crowed and ducked the cocks,
Swanning around and wondering who’d swallow.
They finally stopped sniping and then they carped no more.
What bugged them in the end made them clam up.
The reason they were crabby
Was they’d earwigged someone yakking
About beavers on The Otter getting antsy.