Tale of a Beaver’s Tail

He didn’t have a muskrat’s tail, A beaver’s tail he did. ‘Twas big enough that he could make A mighty splash therewith. He swam upriver, slowly up, Was diving now and then, To fetch a little nourishment, To eat now and again. He went right up the river’s midst, Eating as he went… Until he climbed up on the bank— …