A forest glade lay empty;
I watched it from the wood,
But then it was invaded,
I saw from where I stood.
Into it came a skunk
with all her little kittens,
And then, in slunk a lynx,
his feet, they looked like mittens.
But underneath those velvet paws
Lay ten small sabers hidden,
And just behind those furry jowls
Were weapons to be bidden.
But Mrs. Skunk was unafraid,
She held her banner high,
Until a stream of awful stench
escaped her body with a sigh.
Bob Rime
