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Midnight Trash Ballad
In the dark, where moonlight beams bright,
Possums gather with joy and delight.
With a twirl and a spin,
They dive into bins,
Their midnight raids are a whimsical sight.
With a flick of their tails and a cheer,
They feast on the scraps held so dear.
In the night’s cool embrace,
They frolic with grace,
As the world sleeps on without fear.
And when dawn peeks over the hill,
They scurry away, quiet and still.
Under stars shining bright,
They'll return in the night,
For the thrill of the trash is their thrill.
Midnight Mischief
When the clock strikes twelve and the moon’s all aglow,
Possum pals gather, eager to go.
With a rustle and scratch,
They hatch every match,
For the treasures in bins lined up in a row.
Beneath the cool stars, they shuffle and scurry,
With laughter that sparkles, no hint of a worry.
They feast on stale fries,
And half-eaten pies,
In the depths of the night, they make quite a flurry.
So if you should hear a soft shuffle and squeak,
Know it’s just nature's band on their peak.
Let them treasure each bite,
In the stillness of night,
These possum pals raid the trash, so to speak!
Midnight Marauders
By the glow of the moonlight's sheen,
Sneaky possums, so sly and so keen,
With their paws soft and light,
They raid trash cans at night,
In pursuit of the scraps they deem clean.
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