Verse 1: 6 PM, I made it home, Back to my quiet little dome. I kissed my wife, asked, “All okay?” She smiled and said, “Just a busy day.” Then grabbed her phone, hit speed dial fast, Before I could ask, she was out the door at last. “Dinner’s in the fridge!” she yelled on her way, No time to chat, just news to relay. She grabbed her bag, then left in a rush, Leaving me with this nagging hush. Pre-Chorus: I walked to the bath to clear my mind, But what I saw left me in a bind. Shaving cream out, a mess on the sink, Hair everywhere—it made me think. But what hit me hard, beyond repair, Was realizing it was all beaver hair! Chorus: She shaved the beaver—don’t ask why! Poor thing’s naked—who’s she beautify? Did she take it to the vet? Oh, I hope she didn’t yet! Or maybe to the dresser, The one for hair? If that’s the case, I can’t help but care! It was such a fine beaver, Now I’m left a griever. Verse 2: Next day came, I couldn’t sleep Questions ran through my mind so deep At work I thought, "Was it my mistake?" Or did the beaver grooming choice she make? I asked around, my colleagues stared They thought my story was quite impaired Called her phone, she just laughed Said, "Oh honey, don’t be daft!" You’ll understand when you get back home, But trust me now, you’re not alone. Bridge: So I raced back fast, my heart in flight Wondering who’d see the beaver’s plight Opened the door, saw her with a grin She held the beaver, now smooth as sin! She said, "Relax, I had my fun." You’ll love the beaver now it’s done! Chorus 2: She shaved the beaver Don’t ask why! Still poor thing's naked But she said, "Let’s try!" It wasn’t for the vet Nor for the hairdresser’s flair It’s just our little secret Now handled with care It’s a new-look beaver And I’m still a believer!
