Look up a book by Bill Scott called "Following the gold" (Penguin, 1999, ISBN 0140340068) which has the most amusing possum poem which starts (I think)
Possums are cheerful. Possums aren't glum. They sit all night at the top of the gum, Saying bad things. I'm glad in a way I don't understand what possums say.
I've never had much trouble with them, even when I lived with some in my roof*. But I grew up in the bush, and knew what they were fairly early on. It would have been a common brushtail. Ringtails aren't in the city much, and are very quiet.
* possibly because I was feeding them at the time.
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Possums are cheerful. Possums aren't glum.
They sit all night at the top of the gum,
Saying bad things. I'm glad in a way
I don't understand what possums say.
I've never had much trouble with them, even when I lived with some in my roof*. But I grew up in the bush, and knew what they were fairly early on.
It would have been a common brushtail. Ringtails aren't in the city much, and are very quiet.
* possibly because I was feeding them at the time.