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just call me critter

said, Fritz, The frisky Otter

I come from a long line of spitters

tobaccy mostly

he said, scratching his furry belly

handsome like, proud and boastfully

like he knew the answer to every question

before we even could ask it

then so promptly to prove his furry point

right at our very feet he spat

a most icky glob indeed

it smelled a foul skunk

like that of rag weed

which disgust was the first to crawl

horrified up to my face

I would be lying if I said

for I, alone was so taken aback by his

obvious lack of manners

that I, instinctively spat back at him

just barely missing his furry football

shaped head

he seemed to really like this and said

with what looked like a most crafty

Otter's smile

Hey! you're my kind of female

ya got guts

too bad though that you're not an otter

or I'd be willin' to court ya for a while

top to tail he said with a yack and a yell

Why, I'd take ya for a moon light swim

in the river then we'd set together and

spark a spell

but since you're all but a  near 6 foot

human lass

he said with a frown

'fraid I'll just have to let this ideal

opportunity pass

for you might just drown

and with that he said, he slipped quietly

down into one of many available streams

and said merrily bouncing back with a thwack

of his tufted tail

but I'll be sure to be seein' ya in me

dreams

hidee-ho Lassie, yeah

'Fritz, That Frisky Otter' said as he swam

happily away

and that was the last I ever did

see of that feisty young critter

he may have been brash in his brawny brogue

but even in the end he never turned bitter

and I, myself find that quality very attractive

even in a furry, little, old quirky otter
(Dec. 3, 1993am)