Oh Raccoon, Up til the afternoon, Hunting during moon's at rise,

With a black mask of disguise around his eyes,

He thrives to go after his prize, As he relies on smell,

to tell where the fruit is at, As he spies at some left overs of apple pie,

He tries to apprise the apple pies as he flies to it, Saving some for his young kits,

Now the dawn is present, he must soon race home to his family to share the spoons of food he has.

I finally update! woo!