Stinker the Skunk?
Stinker never ever felt like pungent punk
Plopping to the ground, he went ker-plunk
'Cause he was really in a funk
Being a skunk that never stunk
Not a spritz, a spurt or squirt
He always just smelled like sweet dessert
He was dry as the Mojave Desert
Stinker hid in the dirt, became a squirt introvert
He couldn't do, do, do, do, do
A pew-ew-ew, ew-pew-ew
He would try over and over
But he couldn't make an oh my odor
Oh my
Sitting by him was a trash bin filled up to the brim
Then came along a strong swoosh of wind
Taking a whiff and a sniff
He sat there imagining
That that awful air came right outta his derrière
He said being fresh just isn't fear
Being fresh just isn't fair (being fresh just isn't fair)
And he sing this song as he shed little tear
Why can't I do, do, do, do, do
A pew-ew-ew, ew-pew-ew
I try over and over
But I cannot make any odor
Anything I would do, do, do, do, do
To makea pew-ew-ew, ew-pew-ew
It doesn't make sense, I can't dispense
At any expense, can't present
Any scent for self-defense
Oh, the suspense, I get so tense
One day down at lily pad pond
Oh my, my sinker was stunned
When he noticed his reflection
Giving the water a swish and a swirl roll
He noticed his tail curled
Well, what about that? I'm a squirrel
That's why I can crack a nut
And why I've that fluffy tail on my butt
And can climb a tree with no fear
And like to hang out on a bird-feeder
I don't mind that I can't do
A pew-ew-ew, ew-pew-ew
While leaning on a tree trunk
He said, "Well, being a skunk, that just would have stunk"
Get it
Plopping to the ground, he went ker-plunk
'Cause he was really in a funk
Being a skunk that never stunk
Not a spritz, a spurt or squirt
He always just smelled like sweet dessert
He was dry as the Mojave Desert
Stinker hid in the dirt, became a squirt introvert
He couldn't do, do, do, do, do
A pew-ew-ew, ew-pew-ew
He would try over and over
But he couldn't make an oh my odor
Oh my
Sitting by him was a trash bin filled up to the brim
Then came along a strong swoosh of wind
Taking a whiff and a sniff
He sat there imagining
That that awful air came right outta his derrière
He said being fresh just isn't fear
Being fresh just isn't fair (being fresh just isn't fair)
And he sing this song as he shed little tear
Why can't I do, do, do, do, do
A pew-ew-ew, ew-pew-ew
I try over and over
But I cannot make any odor
Anything I would do, do, do, do, do
To makea pew-ew-ew, ew-pew-ew
It doesn't make sense, I can't dispense
At any expense, can't present
Any scent for self-defense
Oh, the suspense, I get so tense
One day down at lily pad pond
Oh my, my sinker was stunned
When he noticed his reflection
Giving the water a swish and a swirl roll
He noticed his tail curled
Well, what about that? I'm a squirrel
That's why I can crack a nut
And why I've that fluffy tail on my butt
And can climb a tree with no fear
And like to hang out on a bird-feeder
I don't mind that I can't do
A pew-ew-ew, ew-pew-ew
While leaning on a tree trunk
He said, "Well, being a skunk, that just would have stunk"
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Writer(s): Beth Jean
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