Hey little weasel, are you scared? I got a bucket, just prepared. Walkin on down, through the wood. Beat you on up, if i could. Never seen it comin, from behind. Slit your throat, it's so kind. Hey little weasel, don't be scared. Time to eat my weasel, just prepared.
03/06/2007
Excellent! Very weasely, just the way a poem should be.