Post by huronna on Nov 7, 2008 10:53:53 GMT -5
by Phyllis Elledge, aka The Water Weasels
There is a place, or so I’ve been told, where it never rains and it never gets cold.
And all everyone does is run and play, or if they prefer just lounge around all day.
There’s sunshine and love and everyone’s healthy, and to get in here you don’t have to be wealthy.
Everyone’s happy and joyful, without a care, and no one is cruel or hateful there.
No one is fearful or ever feels alone and they’re no longer tearful for they know they are home.
They say the water’s like honey and food abounds; I’ve even heard there are raisin trees around!
It sounds like Paradise, too good to be true. . . can they all be happy and never be blue?
I think I’ll sit, just take a look. I see a nice spot right there by the brook.
Wait, over there . . . did I see a ferret? I’ll just sit and watch and try not to scare it.
Hey, I can see ‘em! Ferts everywhere! All running around like they don’t have a care.
As I sit and I watch my eyes open wide . . . for Rocky, Bullwinkle and
Duckie come sit by my side.
I see Kira and KoKo, I heard they were here; Nickademus and Dotty also come near.
There’s Re-Run and Shreddy, Potatoe and Fox all dookin’ with Pee Dee, Baby and Sox.
Tonic and Scamp sure are proud! But Bandit, Hans, Sable and Tigger are all running wild.
Smokey Joe and Bear Ryan relax in the shade. Like Igor and Tasha they sure have it made.
Sharmyn and Kulou are kicking up their heels. You can tell these kids don’t miss many meals!
Yogi and Faith are both fat and sassy, and Littleone and Froderick are sure acting brassy!!!
Here come Gizmo and Peanut . . . what’s that on their heads? Looks like daisies from the flowerbeds.
Inga, Ab and Domino are briskly war dancin’ while River and Stinky are happily prancin’.
Widget and Dweezil stretch out on the ground while Scooter Pie and Snowball bounce all around.
Chip and Dale play together again . . . and Mr. Weebles and Rosie have been re-united, they’re friends.
Valentine and Nicky snorkel in the stream. Ashley and Bandit tickle each other ‘til they scream.
There’s Jasmine and Koral wrestlin’ with each other while Rascal is being chased by Peanut Butter.
While Belle Starr and Samantha just lie there and pose Dusty and Rascis swat at a rose.
I see so many kids . . . Chelsea, RC and Emily, too; Sassy, Junior and Garret to just name a few.
Each way I turn there are so many ferrets, some waiting on friends, some for their parents.
And even the ones who on Earth had no home are taken in here, no longer to roam.
They’ve all come together to live as one, and all they have to do is eat, sleep, play and run.
For everyone here is fuzzy, healthy and fat . . .and everyone here has their dignity back.
Here’s there no conflict and everyone’s safe; it’s hard to really envision this place.
When the kids are tired and ready for bed they have plenty of places to lay their heads.
Sleep sacks and hammocks hang in the trees or they can lie on a blanket wherever they please.
There are raisins and Bandits and Yogi Treats, too! And toys galore, I’ll name one or two.
They have socks and balls, and things on stings . . . pull them too hard and they’ll really zing!!
There are tunnels to dig and flowers to un-pot, and no one cares if they do it or not.
No one gets scolded or punished, you see, for every new morn all’s as it should be.
There is water to play in, to snorkel or swim; and every once in a while a fert gets pushed in.
But it’s all in fun and there’s never a fuss. Wouldn’t it be nice if that could be us?
This has gone on throughout the years, and the little ones ask that we shed no more tears.
For the meadow one of the nicest places, and while we’re apart they won’t forget our faces.
“We lived our life there, whether good or bad, but we still don’t want anyone to be sad.
For now, don’t you see, we’re not sick any more, or hurt or abandoned, or kicked out the door.
And up here no horrors ever unfold . . . and many are here ‘cause they just got so old.
They lived their lives ‘til they got so tired, and you kissed their heads as they expired.
Here, don’t you see, we’re all happy and fit, from the very old to the tiniest kit.
We wait in the meadow, by the Bridge you see, and some day we’ll cross it, you and me.
We may bring a friend or two, maybe three, ‘cause some have been adopted by you and me.
For some had no name, others no home, and it’s not their fault, they shouldn’t be sad and alone.
So shed no more tears; think loving thoughts of me. Keep me in your heart and one day you’ll see
That we’ll be together, and side by side, we’ll cross the Bridge to the other side.”
There is a place, or so I’ve been told, where it never rains and it never gets cold.
And all everyone does is run and play, or if they prefer just lounge around all day.
There’s sunshine and love and everyone’s healthy, and to get in here you don’t have to be wealthy.
Everyone’s happy and joyful, without a care, and no one is cruel or hateful there.
No one is fearful or ever feels alone and they’re no longer tearful for they know they are home.
They say the water’s like honey and food abounds; I’ve even heard there are raisin trees around!
It sounds like Paradise, too good to be true. . . can they all be happy and never be blue?
I think I’ll sit, just take a look. I see a nice spot right there by the brook.
Wait, over there . . . did I see a ferret? I’ll just sit and watch and try not to scare it.
Hey, I can see ‘em! Ferts everywhere! All running around like they don’t have a care.
As I sit and I watch my eyes open wide . . . for Rocky, Bullwinkle and
Duckie come sit by my side.
I see Kira and KoKo, I heard they were here; Nickademus and Dotty also come near.
There’s Re-Run and Shreddy, Potatoe and Fox all dookin’ with Pee Dee, Baby and Sox.
Tonic and Scamp sure are proud! But Bandit, Hans, Sable and Tigger are all running wild.
Smokey Joe and Bear Ryan relax in the shade. Like Igor and Tasha they sure have it made.
Sharmyn and Kulou are kicking up their heels. You can tell these kids don’t miss many meals!
Yogi and Faith are both fat and sassy, and Littleone and Froderick are sure acting brassy!!!
Here come Gizmo and Peanut . . . what’s that on their heads? Looks like daisies from the flowerbeds.
Inga, Ab and Domino are briskly war dancin’ while River and Stinky are happily prancin’.
Widget and Dweezil stretch out on the ground while Scooter Pie and Snowball bounce all around.
Chip and Dale play together again . . . and Mr. Weebles and Rosie have been re-united, they’re friends.
Valentine and Nicky snorkel in the stream. Ashley and Bandit tickle each other ‘til they scream.
There’s Jasmine and Koral wrestlin’ with each other while Rascal is being chased by Peanut Butter.
While Belle Starr and Samantha just lie there and pose Dusty and Rascis swat at a rose.
I see so many kids . . . Chelsea, RC and Emily, too; Sassy, Junior and Garret to just name a few.
Each way I turn there are so many ferrets, some waiting on friends, some for their parents.
And even the ones who on Earth had no home are taken in here, no longer to roam.
They’ve all come together to live as one, and all they have to do is eat, sleep, play and run.
For everyone here is fuzzy, healthy and fat . . .and everyone here has their dignity back.
Here’s there no conflict and everyone’s safe; it’s hard to really envision this place.
When the kids are tired and ready for bed they have plenty of places to lay their heads.
Sleep sacks and hammocks hang in the trees or they can lie on a blanket wherever they please.
There are raisins and Bandits and Yogi Treats, too! And toys galore, I’ll name one or two.
They have socks and balls, and things on stings . . . pull them too hard and they’ll really zing!!
There are tunnels to dig and flowers to un-pot, and no one cares if they do it or not.
No one gets scolded or punished, you see, for every new morn all’s as it should be.
There is water to play in, to snorkel or swim; and every once in a while a fert gets pushed in.
But it’s all in fun and there’s never a fuss. Wouldn’t it be nice if that could be us?
This has gone on throughout the years, and the little ones ask that we shed no more tears.
For the meadow one of the nicest places, and while we’re apart they won’t forget our faces.
“We lived our life there, whether good or bad, but we still don’t want anyone to be sad.
For now, don’t you see, we’re not sick any more, or hurt or abandoned, or kicked out the door.
And up here no horrors ever unfold . . . and many are here ‘cause they just got so old.
They lived their lives ‘til they got so tired, and you kissed their heads as they expired.
Here, don’t you see, we’re all happy and fit, from the very old to the tiniest kit.
We wait in the meadow, by the Bridge you see, and some day we’ll cross it, you and me.
We may bring a friend or two, maybe three, ‘cause some have been adopted by you and me.
For some had no name, others no home, and it’s not their fault, they shouldn’t be sad and alone.
So shed no more tears; think loving thoughts of me. Keep me in your heart and one day you’ll see
That we’ll be together, and side by side, we’ll cross the Bridge to the other side.”
