Outside my bedroom window there stands a gum tree

Covered in yellow blossom, it is a sight to see

There is a little possum that lives among the branches

Huge black eyes and bushy tail, his life is full of chances.

Down the trunk and across the yard his tiny legs make haste

He rounds the shed he’s nearly there; he has no time to waste

There are scraps in my bin that I threw out this night

And now he rummages with great delight.

Finding a morsel that he thinks is ideal

He makes a break for the trees to enjoy his new meal.

But halfway across he spots Tom the feline

So close is his tree he decides for a beeline.

Tommy is quick and blocks possum’s run

Possum stopped in his tracks his heart beating a ton

Then he veered left and ran under the house

With Tom in pursuit of that frightened wee louse.

There’s a ruckus and din, right under my floor

And I fear the wee possum may rummage no more

But sight of sights, its Tom in full flight!

Racing across the yard to disappear in the night.

Now Bluey the heeler was under there napping

And when Tom bowled into him, he woke up snapping

While Tom was busy trying to get himself free

Wee possum was dining in the safety of his tree