I do not envy you
For there are few who love you
You are a skunk, oh what a sight
Your simple presence causes fright
Yet you hold your head high
Are you hiding an internal sigh?
Ever falling in love with the cat
Whose emotions you attempt to pick at
Thinking her to be a fellow skunk
Who won’t hate you for the times you stunk
She flees, not playing hard to get
Perhaps, it’d be better if you just forget?
There will be a time for you to have true love
Then, you’ll have something to be proud of
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