By Josie Whitehead
Who’d like to share the house you own,
But also carries fleas?
Who’ll make their home in chimney tops,
As well as in your trees?
Whose paws, resembling human hands,
Can open jars or cans?
Whose colours camouflage them well,
Away from sight of man?
Who live in North America
And are adaptable and smart?
Whose white masked face and stripy tail
Could almost win your heart?
They’re omnivorous, eating many foods,
And live near ponds or creeks,
But when the cold winds start to blow
Warm shelter then they seek.
Beware if they seem rather tame -
It could be they are ill!
A rabid bite will cause you harm,
And rabies can well kill.
Raccoons. They’re who I’m speaking of!
You’ll know if they’re about.
You’ll see sharp eyes, a set of teeth
And a powerful little snout.
Their fox-like faces are well known,
And they’ll show themselves at night -
And be careful with your cats and dogs,
For racoons could win a fight.
They’re a nuisance to we humankind;
And to them, we may be too.
Great Britain wants to keep them out,
Though you’ll find them in the zoo.
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