My woman’s got an eager beaver
It’s certainly very keen
It always wants to come and play
And she keeps it very clean.
She says it is her duty
To keep her beaver well prepared
You never know when it might be needed
So it’s always brushed and aired
She let me take photos of it
And post them on Facebook
There wasn’t a bloke in town
Who didn’t have a crafty look
Now lots of men visit her
You’d think she’d give it a rest
Yet it’s always ready for action
My mates are all impressed
They say show us your eager beaver luv
Can we give it a stroke and a pet
While I’m standing here wondering
Why her beaver’s so slippy and wet
Is it because it’s so excited?
So happy and so skilled?
I guess that’s the way beavers are
When there’s another dam to build.
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