By the shores of Tallahappy
Came a badger, stout and scrappy
Busting out a new persona
People say is dumb. And crappy.
But he swaggers on, undaunted;
By no sanity he’s haunted,
Feeling luck is on his side, and
With self-image way too vaunted.
On the scrappy badger blunders
Seeing new poetic wonders
With his claws and bit too long
And with a voice that shakes and thunders —
There’s no meaning to this madness;
There’s no overarching gladness;
There’s just scrappy badger, and
His soft world of grass