I stashed all the toys.
I ran through the tubes.
I nipped Mommy's toes.
I'm in such a good mood!

I wrestled with friends.
I was quite a snoop.
I chased the big cat.
I made lots of poop!

I dooked a great deal.
I danced up a storm.
I had a few treats,
And the day was still young!

But why are my pals
All tucked in their beds,
With visions of F'tone
Dancin' in their heads?

They've all gone to sleep,
And left me alone --
A business of seven,
Now a business of one

I can ferret out fun
Without other's aid.
Those lazy old furballs
Just can't make my grade!

I'll never grow old;
A kit I'll 'ever be,
Dooking and dancing
Until the angels catch me!

So tuck in your toes,
And hide all your socks,
Because I'm still awake,
And a ferret's life rocks!


With respect,
Lori in Ohio
 ...In celebration of our new ferret, Winter, bringing us back to seven.

[Posted in FML 6626]