The badger is small
The badger is vicious
The badger makes friends
But eats the delicious

He gives you a smile
And takes your child
To make you worry
While he runs wild

He has no thoughts
For ones he hates
For as far as he is concerned
That child is bait

He will draw you out
With the wickedest of ways
Because he wants
To make the evil pay

He is God’s angel
Sent down from heaven
His head count
Is already at eleven
He looks around
With those beady eyes
That are a blue
Clearer than the skies

He digs a hole
For his friends
To hide in
Til the drama ends

When you get drunk
It is a hoot
To look down
And punch him in the foot

He will make you laugh
He will make you giggle
For when he turns
His butt will wiggle

So if you see him
Out and about
Be sure to take notice
And give him a friendly shout


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