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Dooley the Easter ‘Possum

Dooley loved his hollow tree
Which is fine if you’re a ‘possum
It may not suit you or me
But Dooley’s tree was awesome

Old and gnarled but very stout
It sheltered from the wind
Kept the winter chilly’s out
And kept our Dooley in

It had rugs and window shades
And all the modern fixtures
A comfy bed so neatly made
And walls all hung with pix’tures

An eight by ten of Mom‘n’ Dad
In black and white so glossy
A color shot of Sis in plaid
Now doesn’t she look saucy

But Dooley sighed a wistful sigh
Poor lad was sad indeedy
No ‘possum’ette lingered nigh
Young Dooley had no sweetie

With Easter just a day away
Dooley felt so lonely
No playing ‘possum games so gay
For Easter’s ceremony

No one to share the Grand Parade
Or help him hunt for eggs
Just him to scurry ‘round the glade
On scrambled little legs

But Dooley failed to think about
One thing he surely had
Friends to come and help him out
Friends that loved the lad

Easter morn came clear and bright
But Dooley’s day was cloudy
Until his friends came in sight
And one by one said “Howdy”

Miss Chick brought Dooley toothpaste
Bunny brought shampoo
Goosey, in the greatest haste
Stopped by and did his ‘doo

They helped young Dooley comb his hair
And wash his ‘possum face
Buttoned buttons with special care
With nothing out of place

Foxy brought him sunglasses
To make our boy more handsome
Dooley feared he’d miss the lasses
And decided not to chance ‘em

A ribbon of the palest blue
Was sent by Monkey’s uncle
“But who will tie a bow for you”
And Donkey cried out “Skunk’ll”

So off they strode down the road
With baskets full of candy
Eggs and peeps and mallows stowed
In colored straw so dandy

And soon the cheery little band
Reached the village green
Where on a flowered viewing stand
Stood Blossom the Easter Queen

A tiara graced the lovely head
Of smiling Queen, Miss Blossom
Shyly Dooley’s cheeks turned red
Miss Blossom was a ‘possum!

She grinned at him and he at her
And before the day was over
They pic-nicked sweetly, as it were
In flowing fields of clover

Blossom bat her eyes at him
And caused his heart to flutter
Dooley calmed his shaking limbs
And tried hard not to stutter

They got along so very well
That soon our ‘possum friends
Heard the ringing wedding bells
And there our story ends.