Written by Cherie Demers

My ferrets are racing amok through the house,

Giving tips to the cat about catching a mouse,

Tearing up couches with unreserved glee,

Ghosting all entries with plans to run free.

Some tipping the garbage, some hauling off socks,

Then all climbing the plants and tossing out rocks.

In a twittering fit down the stairway they go,

Pushing the rocks down on vases below.

I rise to my feet to join in the fun,

I slide and I dook, I jump and I run

Together we frolic and race down the hall,

Me and the ferts in a big, happy ball

Then on to the kitchen where they’re in for a treat

Because ferrets are fond of good things to eat.

Ferrets aren’t furtive, they’re fearless and fun.

Ferrets aren’t sneaky, they dance and they run.

Ferrets aren’t mean things, they’re gifts from above

Sent to teach us that life’s about food, fun and love.