The wonderfully web footed weasel
Was wondering wetly to town
When all of a sudden an eagle
Took ill and came nose diving down

The weasel was late for Pilates
But knew that the eagle was sore
He stopped and offered Maltesers
And they lay hand in hand on the floor.

The following week a potato
Was posted through eagles green door
He knew that this meant there was trouble
So he ran to the shop by the shore

He picked up a thousand burritos
And carried them under his wing
He met his poor weasel at prison (again)
Fed him, and fixed everything.