We smelled his stench a mile away,
were going to try to catch him today.
I'd like to end his life right now,
But the master is feeling pity somehow.
Caught him pawing by my master,
I know its just the ring he's after
Goes away and brinks back coneys,
even though I know he's a phony.
When good folk come and lend us aid,
he runs and hides cause he's afraid.
But the path he leads us on is clear,
I am trusting him myself I fear.
But now he's gone and what's ahead?
I think he's finally left us for dead.