A Delicate Combination Songtext
von Mike Batt

The Beaver confessed with affectionate looks
More eloquent even than tears
It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books
Would have taught it in seventy years
Such friends as the Beaver and Butcher became
Have seldom if ever been known
In winter or summer ′twas always the same
You could never meet either alone


And when quarrels arose as one frequently finds
Quarrels will spite of every endeavor
The song of the Jubjub recurred to their minds
And cemented their friendship forever

Oh it's hard to believe we could end up friends
By a delicate combination
A fear of the dark, belief in the snark
And intelligent conversation

Who would have guessed on this windswept night
We would balance the whole equation
Who would have foreseen friendship between
Female beaver and male Caucasian