Dewey-eyed in the morning sun
The otter unfurls awake
Setting his teeth and flexing paws
He dives with a confident shake
Sleek in a rolling stream
He snatches a tasty fish
Loudly chewing on the river bank
He savours his silvery dish
Downstream he finds a quiet pool
Where he soaks the springtime air
He slicks back his noble whiskers
And dives down with expert flair
He spots his fellow fishermen
Frolicking in a rolling fall
Squeaking in snappy tomfoolery
He takes up the racing call
Against his opponent he breezes
To the end of the homily stream
The otter celebrates his victory
With a delicate choice of bream
Back to his den he clambours
His day a rush of cheer
The otter sleeps as an angel
Give thanks that he is here.
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