"Maggie and Sunny" Maggie and Sunny were ferrets Oh Lordy, they were in love they shared their raisins together and dooked 'neath the stars above Sunny was her hob, but he was doin' her wrong. Little Maggie went down to the barroom she asked for a raisin treat. She said "Hey bartender has Sunny been down this street?" "He's my hob, but he done me wrong." The bartender said "Now Maggie I know this won't be a thrill, Sunny left a few minutes ago with a dark eyed sable, jill." "He's your hob, but he's doing you wrong." Maggie was a pure white jill with ruby eyes, that would flash. She was true to Sunny but he left her, and stole her stash. She loved her hob, but he done her wrong. Maggie went down Broadway, with a razor in her mitt. She said "Stand back everybody, every hob, jill, and kit. Yes he's my hob, but he's done me wrong." Well people that's the story I don't want to sound too glib, but Maggie found her Sunny and now that hob is a gib. She loved that hob, but he done her wrong. Bob Adkins [Posted in FML issue 3558]