In her red and white gown Miss Weasel’s so pert
We are very afraid she’s a gay little flirt;
She is fearful of no one—­beast, reptile or man,
Just winks and cries gaily:  “Catch me, if you can.”

This dapper young chappy is Dude Ocelot,
With coat trimmed in many a dash and a spot;
He’s graceful and elegant, sly, too, as well,
Just what he’ll do next no one ever can tell.

The chetah is a great big cat
But very quick, for all of that,
She’s cunning but she’s gentle, too,
And if you’re good she’s good to you.

The little Bobcat and Canadian Lynx
Just must be related (so everyone thinks). 
Except for their ears they’re alike as two pins,
And look every whit as if they were twins.

A dainty, fastidious man is Lord Otter
Who can live just as well on land as in water,
He’ll eat but the flakiest part of a fish,
And this he considers his favorite dish.

“It really is a bother to be sought by everyone”
The vain young Ermine boasted.  “Why, it keeps me on the run
To get away from kings and queens and peers and ladies great—­
It truly gets me all fussed up and in a dreadful state.”

Young ferret, detective, said:  “I’ll show you where
To track the bold rabbit right into his lair.” 
Then he never saw bunny right under his eyes,
But went swaggering off looking wondrously wise.

“Now, Johnnie, my child,” said wise Mamma Sable,
“When you see a trap run as fast as you’re able,
Or else, ere you know it, your skin will be gone
As a beautiful fur for some lady to don.”

Mother opossum says she’d like to ask
Just why other mothers should find it a task
To care for one baby.  Why, here she has four,
And there’s plenty of room on her tail for some more!

Mr. and Mrs. Mongoose are popular as can be,
The reason being very plain, as you will all agree,
They are cunning and affectionate and clean and very nice,
They kill all snakes and insects and naughty rats and mice.

It must be very easy for the busy Beaver mother
To feed the Beaver sister and her little Beaver brother,
For when they beg:  “We’re hungry, give us something to eat, please!”
She sends them off to nibble at the bark of the big trees.

The puma is a bandit who’ll not meet you face to face
But waits to spring upon you from some well-hidden place. 
He’ll strike you when your back is turned, but away he’s sure to fly
If you should turn to look him right squarely in the eye.

Lemur stays in bed all day
And waits until the night to play;
That’s why his soft feet make no sound
And why his eyes are big and round.

The bowery boy of the woods is young Mink,
His coat is so lovely one never would think
That’d he do naughty things, but we’ve often been told
He is tricky and wicked and saucy and bold.