This one's for all you country music fans out there! Sung to the tune of "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" by Kenney Chesney. Hope you enjoy. Sara Scooping up the poop in their air-conditioned room Over by the door, lordy here he comes With a basketful of raisins and a big tall jug of Ferretone I open up the gate and he climbs on in, Dodging all the ferrets climbing up his legs Just look at his face he aint a foolin me CHORUS: He thinks my ferrets sexy It really turns him on, Hes always staring at them While theyre dooking at him He likes the way theyre playing while theyre wardancing around Hes even kind of crazy bout my ferret musk Hes the only one who really understands what gets me, He thinks my ferrets sexy. We play with the ferrets till we run out of breath Running through the tubes and chasing their balls Sit up on the bench and watch them play with their toys He says he has a dream and I ask what it is A nice little house with a yard full of kits And one more teeny weeny game before we put them up. CHORUS: He aint into cats or even dogs, but if it dooks up a storm then his eyes light up. He thinks my ferrets. . . CHORUS: He thinks my ferrets sexy. He thinks my ferrets sexy. [Posted in FML 5581]