“A skunk with its head stuck in a yogurt cup”

There once was a skunk in the shade by the shed,  
With white stripe that curled from his tail to his head,  
He was snuffling around in the early spring muck,  
When he happened upon a big yogurt cup.

It gleamed in the grass, rim creamy and wide,  
So tempting to taste, he just couldn't resist.  
With a curious jab and a wiggle inside—  
In a moment, the world seemed to twist and to twist!

Now the skunk marched about, with the cup on his face,  
He wobbled and bumped into rocks and old lace,  
The blue plastic shield made him look quite absurd  
To the crows on the fence and the giggling bird.

He pawed at the cup and he circled the pine,  
He huffed and he puffed, then he started to whine.  
But try as he might with a feisty old tug,  
The yogurt cup clung like a well-fitted hug.

Then a girl from the house with a laugh and a call,  
Tip-toed out gently—no quick moves at all.  
She whispered “It’s okay! Let’s have no big stink,”  
And eased off the cup in the grass by the sink.

For a moment, he blinked and he blinked, eyes so wide,  
And the cool evening wind ruffled through his fur hide.  
With a grateful little squeak, he scurried away,  
And that skunk learned to sniff before breakfast buffet.

Now there’s talk among critters, between twig and stump,  
Of the skunk who survived “The Yogurt Cup Slump.”  
So if you enjoy yogurt, when you’re all done—  
Throw your cup in the trash, and share skunk-safe fun!

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