There's a song about them in Babylon. Just take one, like Proud Mary rolling on. Though made of tears, Justin is long gone.

In summer green, in winter bare, I line the path with quiet care. No bricks, no wood, yet I divide, What green wall stands side by side?

He is cunning, he is cute, he doesn't need a parachute. He's a trickster and so smart, he's an object of some art. He burrows deep, he cuddles up, he'll twitch his nose and take a nap. He is a mammal, he brings eggs, he hides them in the grass he snacks.

I stand all alone where the blue waters meet, with nothing but waves at my sandy feet.

Upside down I hang with grace, going nowhere at a leisurely pace. I may only poop weekly, but don't test me, my claws aren't meek. I made a famous list where virtue wears thin. Ask a priest about my name, and he'll call it a sin.