Draft of a Song about a Possum

O Possum, forgive me, I did not know
I thought you were lazy because you were slow
Now that I've meandered along many a road
I still worry but I don't hurry, I've got nowhere to go

Possum you're ugly and Possum you're shy
no one will mourn you if you pretend to die
but you're not just playing, I know you hurt, too
I think that I could be a good friend to you

O Possum we ain't done, in a few hours day comes
as much as we both sometimes wish it weren't so
O Possum we don't die, we don't have to know why
the heart beats its wings or the sky fills the lungs

O Lazarus Possum, I did not know
I thought you were dying, you seem ready to go
but not every day is lonely, not every dog bites
and not every surprise is a shitty surprise

(Or something to this effect; the songwriter hopes that the last line in the first verse will not be misconstrued as a reference to nocturnal micturation, a subject which I treat of at length in a forthcoming rock opera, co-written with Pia Mellody: "The Whizz".)

(And yes I know that the end of the second verse is lame. Work on it later.)