Weasel Victory

I love it when the weather's cold
'Cause I get to take out my grandpa's robe.

It's snuggly and warm and covered in moose
Long and blue, it disappears my caboose.

But the thing of my favorites, what I like most of all
Are the super sleepy ferrets that sleep in this shawl.

They pocket themselves right next to my tummy,
wrapped up in their sleepiness, looking so funny.

They lick their faces clean and are undeniably cute
Inside my grandpa's robe, not even stealing a boot.
(They like boots a lot)

So Hurrah! This is a Weasel Victory!
For cuddly-time can be trickery!

But this time is great, its true, it's gold.
Not these weasels nor myself are bound to get cold.