slinky

"My eyes are muddied with ink!!"

sink the cherub, croak the whiskeys,

send the message down the sink!

"Your bones, they stink!!"

repeats the mink, while giving smiles & slinging winks,

and with his eyes, in rough disguise,

he sits there, and he blinks.

He rides the seas, with birds and bees,

and bellows, till he's pink;

he sails the skies, all dressed in ties,

and pours another drink.

He searches, all his life in vain

to find the missing link...

never knowing,

always going,

that charming mr. mink.

(ALTERNATE ENDING)

Alas, one day, he ran away,

and caused one great big stink,

he took our hay, and took our bay,

that stealthy mr. mink.