‘Tis the Season
by Edd Merritt,
September 8 2011, page 11.....

It seems as though one can’t go either direction on Hinesburg Road without swerving around or bearing over the body of a skunk, missing by inches, but carrying the scent for the next three quarters of a mile no matter how well you maneuvered. In recognition of the annual skunk harvest on our highways and byways, this song of praise is dedicated to the little black and whites.

Dead Skunk
by Loudon Wainwright

Crossin’ the highway late last night
He shoulda looked left and he shoulda
looked right
He didn’t see the station wagon car
The skunk got squashed and there you
are!

You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got your dead skunk in the middle of
the road
Stinkin’ to high heaven!

Take a whiff on me, that ain’t no rose!
Roll up your window and hold yer nose
You don’t have to look, and you don’t
have to see
‘Cause you can feel it in your olfactory

. . .You got your dead skunk in the middle
of the road
Stinkin’ to high heaven