I have a ferret. His name is Chance.
He loves to dook; he loves to dance.
He loves his girls and holds them tight.
He kisses their faces while they struggle and fight.

His favorite toy is wrapped on a roll.
"Look, Mom, look, Mom, at all of the snow!"
He darts through tubes at a high-speed trot,
Then rests for a sec in flat ferret flop.

I grab him up when he is near,
And gently tug his floppy ears.
I hug him close and kiss his nose,
Then, hop hop cavort, away he goes.

Chance shows me love, but he doesn't pucker.
He'll lie in my arms when he is tuckered.
He curls up tight when he's ready to sleep.
Goodnight, dear one; may your dreams be sweet.