Raccoon,
That disgusting fluffy rodent,
with eyes so wide, the brain inside
must be so small and dormant.

All ten of them at crossroads
fluff running at my feet.
They're snuggle bound, and prance around
to pout so sickly sweet.

I swear to any available source
the next one that I see
will end up smeared across my hoof
when it snuggles up to me.

So lock them up in cages
and throw away the key.
Immolate them in a flame
It's all the same to me.

Don't leave them sat at crossroads
They're not cute-as-cute-can-be.
Please take them away, or euthanize,
those sickly sacks of fleas.


With love,
-Beya Storm

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lupar, in the year 541 AF.