Muff

 She were a good old soul her

they simply don’t come better

I was squatting right by her side

when an owl came and ate her

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She would be first to leap to your aid

shared her gnats with the needy

quite ironic that she should fall prey

to an owl who was just plain greedy

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There wasn’t time to say goodbye

no, not even a chance to kiss her

e’re fate swooped down from the sky

boy I am going to miss her

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She was the best old croak in town

for gossip there was none better

to think I was right there by her side

when an owl came and ate her.

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