I’ve got a beaver in my basket

I’ve got a beaver in my basket
and she’s got a flat tail.
I suppose she’s a harlet
and eating all my mail.

I’ve got a beaver in my basket
and she sure doesn’t fail
in ruining my market
by wiggling her flat tail.

I’ve got a beaver in my basket
it’s girls she want to nail.
So she stole my little biscuit
but left a visible trail.

I’ve got a beaver in my basket
I think I want to kill.
But when she jumpes in my bed
I guess I never will.

Alice © 2009