There's a possum in my pantry.
Oh what am I to do.
I know she is no bother,
Just looking for some food.

She is not a very handsome sort,
The long nosed Mrs. P.
I will not speak about her, as
Perhaps she thinks the same of me.

She really is no bother,
Though she has a row of teeth.
I hope she does not use them,
The bite would be quite deep.

I have heard that if you scare her,
She will act quite very dead.
I have seen it thus, quite long ago,
But once revived she was on the go.

I do hope she does not like my house
As we can not share this home.
She has her ways and I have mine,
But a Possum in my pantry is not
What I had in mind.

A cup of tea, a ginger snap
A lemon tart, it will all be right from my
heart.
I will gladly share what I have with Mrs.P
But please don’t let her live with me.