On skunks and cabbage 

A cabbage first to find the spring is skunk
Not unpleasant unless cut or bruised
Her cousin, he of simple stripe and funk
Is only noxious when he's abused

Perhaps when bored for a joke, a lark
He'll spray a fox, the farmer's loutish son
As animal he's more concerned with bark
The tasty lunch inside that's to be won

Or finding that certain stripe that pleases
A warmth that corresponds to his own need
Why is man intolerant who teases
A simple skunk who looks to mate, to feed?

As cabbage comes up first in spring to woo
So skunk with all his pretty stripe will too.