Along by the river bank I could see,
A little creature having his tea,
His coat was brown and his tummy white,
Did I know who he was? Not quite!
As first I thought he was a stoat,
Because of his lovely reddish-brown coat,
But when I saw his rather long tail,
I knew it was a weasel catching a snail.
The trouble is he’s so terribly fast,
And away he runs when I only walk past,
So I always try to keep out of sight
And not to give him an awful fright.