Canadian boys know of this myth
Beavers are such fun to play with
Coming in many sizes and shapes
Some have zones with landscapes
Some all covered with hair
Some of them totally bare
Some have but a bit of fuzz
Most give real men a buzz
They all need to be treated right
Every one filled with pure delight
Loving fingers can investigate
Where honey and scent emanate
Some smell a little fishy
Some are a little squish
They like being licked and kissed
Never wanting to be dismissed
Parting their lips you will find
A beautiful flower oh so kind
Nature’s nectar maybe they’re not
Tho at times called a honey pot
Beavers are succulent treasures
When treated right real pleasures
Place your lips upon their mons
All beavers don’t live in ponds
Show them some love give a lick
Don’t just poke them with your prick
Treated right they will surly delight
Handled with care they’ll never bite
If you insist on treating them wrong
They’ll probably decline your dong
Adore beavers and show a bit of revere
And losing digits you won’t have to fear
