The Song of the Breeding Ferret

THE SONG OF THE BREEDING FERRET

by Paul E. Jamison

I am just a poor hob though my story's seldom told.
He has squandered my existence for a pocketful of profits, such is greediness,
All lies and jests, still the man feels what he wants to feel and disregards the rest.
La la la...

When he took me from my family I was no more than a boy,
Put by this backyard breeder into the quiet of a tiny cage and feeling scared,
Layin' low, suffering in awful quarters where his breeding ferrets go,
To feel the neglect that nobody should know.

Lie la lie!
Lie la lie lie lie la lie.
Lie la lie!
Lie la lie lie lie lie lie la la lie la lie...

Asking for good food and shelter I come looking for some love,
But I get no offers...
Just another day for servicing some frightened jill.
I do declare, there are times when I’m so lonesome I take some comfort there.
La la la...

Lie la lie!
Lie la lie lie lie la lie.
Lie la lie!
Lie la lie lie lie lie lie la la lie la lie...

Now I'm laying in my filthy cage and wishing for a home,
Just a home...
Where this evil backyard breeder isn’t using me,
Using me...
Just a home.

In the doorway stands the breeder, but he’ll torment us no more,
As the rescuers have come for us, and the policeman with the warrant.
And he stands there and he cries out, in his anger and his pain,
"It’s my property! My property!" but they take us all away...

Lie la lie!
Lie la lie lie lie la lie.
Lie la lie!
Lie la lie lie lie lie lie la la lie la lie...

(Based on “The Boxer” by Paul Simon)