Wally the woodchuck was a grump
That lived in an old locust stump
He'd say with a snarl
“My cousin Carl
Says to move outta this dump.”
His fur was all mangy and gray
And he never had nice things to say
His perpetual scowl
Made even the owl
Scram to get out of his way
Sometimes I see Wally and wave
But he doesn’t know how to behave
He just turns his head
As though I were dead
Then lumbers back into his cave.
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