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One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her, so she caged him up with cyclone fence
Along came Lou with the old baboon and said, "I recognize that smell
Smells like seven layers, that beaver eatin' Taco Bell"
He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars and he candied up his nose
He got wind of the big brown beaver So he thought he'd take himself a peek
But the beaver was quick and he grabbed him by the kiwis
And he ain't pissed for a week (and a half)
Said, "I sure do love this big brown beaver and I wish I did have a pair
Now the beaver once slept for seven days And it gave us all an awful fright
So I tickled his chin and I gave him a pinch and the bastard tried to bite me
Wynona loved her big brown beaver and she stroked him all the time
She pricked her finger one day and it occurred to her she might have a porcupine