Alfa Male Possum

About mating rights and territory they violently disagree At night in the garden on the wattle tree The male brush tail possums they snarl and they fight As they wage all out war in the depths of the night In the still of the night a racket they create For the winning possum the right for to mate With the adult females in his territory He enforces his rights rather aggressively The alfa male brush tail possum one who rules by fear In his loud and harsh snarls aggression one can hear The other male possums stay out of his way Respect to his might they have learned to pay He treats all males of his kind as foes and none to him a friend And his honour tonight once more he will defend