There’s a possum on my roof

and he’s not eating cake

He is stomping up and down

keeping me awake

There’s a possum on my roof

learning the highland fling

He is happily enjoying it 

but it’s not my sort of thing

There a possum on my roof

tapping out a beat

He finds it pretty handy

having thumbs on both his feet

There’s a possum on my roof

I wish he would go home

Up to his branch in the tree

and leave me quietly alone