There is an old skunk ranked Lieutenant Stink
Who forages the suburbs for food and stiff drink
On his weathered black face
Battle scars mark the place
Where more than one foe let ferocious teeth sink
A motion detector winks at Stink's quick approach
To garbaage in garage watched by Private Cockroach
But General Electric
With lights isometric
Brightens to frighten those who encroach
His little black face gazes up through the light
Striped tail salutes with flick to the right
Then in a mad dash
In black and white flash
He charges the door in scavengerish delight
The hypnotic cast of double-bagged trash
Beckons Lieutenant to infiltrate fast
Plays taps on his nose
Then battleplan goes
As he sideswipes steel door with a crash
Skunk steadies up, sniff pokes rubber flap
Notes the stray wire that may trip a trap
Full of precaution
Without playing possum
He turrets his tail to complete the attack
Though rubber flap seems to curl and shrink
The door does not budge. Skunk stops to rethink
He accepts his defeat
Makes good his retreat
There's no grub tonight for Lieutenant Stink
