I had a little hamster
I guess "Hamster" was his name
And I called him "Stinky Rodent"
And
he answered just the same
I put him in a hamster cage where he could poop and play
But Bubba let my hamster
out
He went and let my hamster out
He let my stinky hamster out
And Hamster got away
He
said that he was sorry
Didn't know the rodent hid
He thought, "This cage wants cleaning"
So
he lifted up the lid
He said that he was sorry
But it's difficult to track
A lone, marauding
rodent
When you think it might attack
So we looked out on the balcony
And in the kitchen too
We
shook down Stitch and searched Cross twice
To see just what they knew
Then I saw a sort of waddle
And
I gave a sort of shout:
"The sofa bed and stinky brain-dead
Hamster's coming out!"
So Bubba's
still my buddy
Only 'cuz he didn't rage
And he's written "Rabid Rodent"
Very blackly on the
cage
So I guess I'll let him slide
Because it's difficult to track
A lone, marauding rodent
When
you think it might attack
