Oh possum, dear possum, with fur so soft and gray
Your love for garlic bread, it never fades away
In the dead of night, you roam the streets
Searching for your favorite treat

With nimble paws and a curious nose
You sniff out the scent wherever it goes
Through gardens and trash cans you scurry
In search of the bread that makes you so merry

Oh how you relish each and every bite
Your little heart filled with pure delight
The crunchy crust, the buttery spread
Oh possum, your love for garlic bread knows no end

Some may say it's an unusual affair
A possum and garlic bread, a strange pair