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—
I think his day was spent.
