Badgers!
Badgers!
They wander through
the woods at night,
giving milking cows
a fright.
Sucking at their
teats for milk,
like all those
of the badger ilk.
(at this point the badger under discussion
takes the poet to one side for a quiet word.)
Listen poet who
chased me like a dog,
that's not badgers,
its the hedgehog!
Badgers dont drink
the milk of cow,
So leave me alone
go away, now!
Badgers!
Those grumpy
irascible gits,
terrorising the forest
with their shabby wit.
Scabby badgers with
stupid faces,
the meanest of the
woodland races.
never lend a
helping paw,
always breaking
forest law.
hide in holes from
the light of day,
In fact I think most
of them are gay.