My friend Rebecca had a ferret,
His name was Socks,
He was called her Grand Old Man,
With silver mitt locks.
 
He was a special ferret,
The first of many, but dear,
To my friend Rebecca, I swear it,
That she loved him is clear.
 
Mr Socko Tocko,
Had had a rough year,
With surgery and stuff,
But now he's free and clear.
 
To play amongst his friends,
Up there in the sky,
But my friend Rebecca still grieves,
And will until she dies.
 
For there is something special about ferrets,
We who love them know,
They nestle their way into our hearts
And never ever let go.
 
This poem is to support her,
Rebecca, in her time of despair,
To let her know I'm thinking of her,
To let her know I care.
 
Even as far away as Australia,
I grieve with Rebecca my friend,
Now I say goodbye dear Socks,
And know you'll never suffer again.
 
Love Georgina, in Australia, with Tabitha and Endora
[Posted in FML issue 3398]