Ronald the Racoon
Hiding behind some brush in the woods
The animal leaves no trace.
Black markings appearing masklike
Adorn his furry face.
In the light his fur is a grayish brown
And shines with a glossy sheen
And around his heavy, bushy tale
Some black rings can be seen.
Why doesn’t he show his timid face
From the brush where he resides?
There is reason for his reticence
He hides to save his hide
Perhaps he doesn’t relish the thought
Of being the cap for a head.
So incognito he’d like to remain
Staying clear of the hunters instead.
Some night if you would desire to search
Assisted by light from the moon
You might just spot the darting bright eyes
Of a shy but cunning raccoon