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.