Nice Beaver Lyrics

In the quiet of the woods, by the water's edge,

He talks about the beavers, with a knowing edge.

He loves 'em hairy, loves 'em small,

Smooth or furry, he loves them all.

He loves the lady's beavers, big and small,

Hairy, smooth, Brazilian, he loves them all.

He's really happy working as a window cleaner,

From his ladder, you'll often hear him shout, "NICE BEAVER!"

By the water's flow, under the sky so wide,

He admires their ways, with a smile of pride.

Some are puzzled, others just smile,

But he finds beavers worth his while.

He loves the lady's beavers, big and small,

Hairy, smooth, Brazilian, he loves them all.

He's really happy working as a window cleaner,

From his ladder, you'll often hear him shout, "NICE BEAVER!"

In the still of the night, by the campfire light,

He dreams of beavers, and it feels so right.

He loves the lady's beavers, big and small,

Hairy, smooth, Brazilian, he loves them all.

He's really happy working as a window cleaner,

From his ladder, you'll often hear him shout, "NICE BEAVER!"

Yes, his love for beavers never fails,

A tale he tells on winding trails.