Perhaps, if she can slow her Muskrat down. Muskrat Susie however, is always with us. She lives in you. And in me. Muskrat Sam works evenings at the tannery.
It would appear I misspoke. But that’s ok, cause now I got Mustang Sally stuck in my head, thank you, Brother. I’ll take a rain check on the Kool-Aid. Gotta head down to the basement and mix up the medicine, then gonna head out to the pavement and think about the government. And spread Muskrat Lo o o o ove. Yours in Muskrat Love (PBUH), Muskrat lil Brother.