Accually its a sort poem
There once was furry
Her name was Shina Murry
When along come besider
A wolf who had too much cider
And she slapped him away
And he hasn't been seen sense that day
He was said to have went to a bar
But she knew that she put him in the back of her car
And we all knew what happened then
But alas, they turned out the be kin