I once knew a Tazmanian Devil,
She was young, a little older than I,
A friend she was, we had such fun,
We’d laugh together ‘til we’d cry.
I loved this Tazmanian Devil, I did,
She always had me in stitches,
And when we weren’t laughing and fooling around,
We were messing around without britches.
And so this Tazmanian Devil and I,
peas in a pod as we were,
took a ferry to France where we’d laugh and we’d dance,
and pretend to be wine connoisseur.
Too much wine did this Tazmanian Devil once drink,
One fateful night that will never be forgot,
When with rose-tinted glasses I was seeing pink,
I bargained for not what I got,
This Tazmanian Devil, she pulled such a face,
As if she knew what were to be,
With a clap of thunder, the wind blew me away,
And the lightning, it struck right at me,
This Tazmanian Devil, in horror she looked,
As my eyes wide as saucers did tell,
Rarely speechless was I but no sound I could make,
Other than three words “What the Hell?”
I returned to my home with Tazmanian Devil,
Nothing said of that dreadful night,
We spoke the odd word here and there,
But only to be polite,
The Tazmanian Devil, the one from down under,
And I ended our little fling,
And I hope that encountering lightning and thunder,
Is a once in a lifetime thing.