MY BEST FRIEND BIT THROUGH MY JEANS, THEN RAN OFF WITH A GIRL

I use to have a pet weasel, I raised, and I named my weasel,  Sammy Poo,

You would have to be really careful, or he might take a bite right out of you,

He once bit through my Levi britches,

That's when he gave me 18 stitches,

One day, Sammy ran off with a weasel girl; he was all grown up, who knew?