The Prancing Possum
There was an old possum of Parkville
Who wanted to go into vaudeville:
She dressed up in satin
Learned to dance Latin,
But failed to audition, she was ill…
Our possum didn’t give up, persisted,
And all her willpower she enlisted,
Gulped her antibiotics
Ate her macrobiotics
And to go on stage she insisted!
Polly the possum became famous
Packed all her bags, now she’s in Vegas:
She shimmies and dances,
She prances, romances,
And ne’er does she run out of gas.
There was an old possum of Parkville
Who wanted to go into vaudeville:
She dressed up in satin
Learned to dance Latin,
But failed to audition, she was ill…
Our possum didn’t give up, persisted,
And all her willpower she enlisted,
Gulped her antibiotics
Ate her macrobiotics
And to go on stage she insisted!
Polly the possum became famous
Packed all her bags, now she’s in Vegas:
She shimmies and dances,
She prances, romances,
And ne’er does she run out of gas.
