Poor Little Raccoon

There was a little raccoon on the side of the road
 When I drove to work one day
 He was sleepin' there as peaceful as can be
 So I blew my horn to wake him up and get
 him out of the way
 But that little raccoon paid no attention to me
 Well the next day on my way to work,
 much to my surprise
 That little raccoon was sleeping in the same spot
 So I blew my horn again but he didn't
 pay me no mind
 And I thought to myself "boy he sure sleeps a lot"
 On the third day I drove by and he was
 sleeping there again
 But I noticed that that little raccoon had
 grown a lot
 He was lying in the sun with a funny little grin
 He must be eatin' pretty well I thought
 On the fourth day I drove by but that little
 'coon didn't look right
 He was the size of a little piggy, and
 his skin looked kind of tight
 There was real awful smell, it was
 enough to curl your hair
 And I wondered how he could keep sleepin' with
 that stench permeating the air
 On the fifth day I drove by and again
 to my surprise
 That little raccoon was sleeping there all
 covered up with flies
 I stopped my car and I yelled out,
 "wake up you sleepyhead!"
 And then it hit me - he wasn't sleeping at all
 That poor little bugger was dead
 Poor little raccoon I guess he's had it
 Now he's a nursery for 10, 000 little maggots
 Poor little raccoon pushin' up daisies
 And all this time I thought he was just lazy.