The Smell of Friendship

His face in his hands,little Skunkster was sad,
none of his friends wanted to play.
off in the forest, they'd run and they'd forage,
leaving him lonely all day.

He didn't think he was so different,
he had the same fur and same tail.
he even had a stripe he thought real nice,
the problem was sometimes it smelled.

As he sat there and sighed, he heard his friends' cries,
loudly they cried out for help.
the old Grizzly bear had them cornered and scared,
Skunkster was scared as well.

But these were his friends, and they needed him,
so quickly he went on his way.
old Grizzly met him and the fight soon began,
but Skunkster was armed with his spray.

A hero to all with his powers,
hip,hip,hurray all went out.
to thank him they all gave him flowers,
he wears round his neck,oh so proud.