The Weasel is a perfect dear,
He'll never give you cause to fear.
If you walk out on a fine day,
He bounds before you all the way.
And if your boots are rather tight,
He bites them till they fit all right.
(This original accompanying poem, pertaining to the image, will be included with your print. Firstly, a copy neatly pasted to the rear of the backing board, and a copy as a separate sheet for your reference.)
