You see a flash of white beneath the moon,
And think, "A giant rat has come too soon!"
You back away, you've heard the scary tales,
Of vicious teeth and long, unpleasant tails.
But clear your mind of all that silly fright,
And see the creature in a different light.
He's not a monster, not a ghoul or fiend,
He's a Silver-Faced Snuggler, a brand-new friend!
His fur is spun from moonlight, soft and deep,
A cozy cloud in which your secrets sleep.
His face, a mask of sweet and snowy white,
With ears like petals, delicate and slight.
His eyes aren't beady, they're two drops of jet,
The most soul-searching eyes you've ever met.
They gaze at you with wisdom, calm and old,
A gentle story waiting to be told.
And oh, that tail! It isn't gross or weird,
It's a prehensile marvel, engineered!
A fifth and helping hand, a perfect hook,
To steady him while he just stops to look.
He'll hang from branches, upside-down and slow,
Just watching all the little flowers grow.
He's nature's acrobat, a graceful wiz,
There is no better, pinker tail than his!
He doesn't hiss to scare you from your spot,
He's just a walking, talking teapot!
A gentle "psssst" that simply means, "Hello!
"I'm just out walking, putting on a show."
And when he's scared, he doesn't bite or claw,
He faints! He faints! And that should be a law!
He plays pretend, a drama king so grand,
The most dramatic creature in the land.
He flops right over, still as any stone,
"Alas," he cries, "Just leave me here alone!"
He is the garden's janitor and knight,
Who tidies up the messes of the night.
He eats the ticks, the slugs, the fallen fruit,
In his adorable, all-purpose fuzzy suit.
He asks for nothing but a place to be,
This tiny, helpful, shy marsupial, see?
He's full of babies! Pockets full of beans!
A walking nursery, fulfilling all your dreams!
So next you see that flash of silver fur,
Don't let your old, mistaken fears recur.
Go out and offer him a strawberry, sweet,
A tiny, juicy, much-deserved treat.
You need this hero, with his pointy nose,
To teach you how to faint and strike a pose.
A Silver-Faced Snuggler, gentle, shy, and true,
Is waiting to be understood by you!
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
You see a flash of white beneath the moon,
And think, "A giant rat has come too soon!"
You back away, you've heard the scary tales,
Of vicious teeth and long, unpleasant tails.
But clear your mind of all that silly fright,
And see the creature in a different light.
He's not a monster, not a ghoul or fiend,
He's a Silver-Faced Snuggler, a brand-new friend!
His fur is spun from moonlight, soft and deep,
A cozy cloud in which your secrets sleep.
His face, a mask of sweet and snowy white,
With ears like petals, delicate and slight.
His eyes aren't beady, they're two drops of jet,
The most soul-searching eyes you've ever met.
They gaze at you with wisdom, calm and old,
A gentle story waiting to be told.
And oh, that tail! It isn't gross or weird,
It's a prehensile marvel, engineered!
A fifth and helping hand, a perfect hook,
To steady him while he just stops to look.
He'll hang from branches, upside-down and slow,
Just watching all the little flowers grow.
He's nature's acrobat, a graceful wiz,
There is no better, pinker tail than his!
He doesn't hiss to scare you from your spot,
He's just a walking, talking teapot!
A gentle "psssst" that simply means, "Hello!
"I'm just out walking, putting on a show."
And when he's scared, he doesn't bite or claw,
He faints! He faints! And that should be a law!
He plays pretend, a drama king so grand,
The most dramatic creature in the land.
He flops right over, still as any stone,
"Alas," he cries, "Just leave me here alone!"
He is the garden's janitor and knight,
Who tidies up the messes of the night.
He eats the ticks, the slugs, the fallen fruit,
In his adorable, all-purpose fuzzy suit.
He asks for nothing but a place to be,
This tiny, helpful, shy marsupial, see?
He's full of babies! Pockets full of beans!
A walking nursery, fulfilling all your dreams!
So next you see that flash of silver fur,
Don't let your old, mistaken fears recur.
Go out and offer him a strawberry, sweet,
A tiny, juicy, much-deserved treat.
You need this hero, with his pointy nose,
To teach you how to faint and strike a pose.
A Silver-Faced Snuggler, gentle, shy, and true,
Is waiting to be understood by you!
A tongue in cheek about opossum
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