Words that flew into my life from Webster’s 3rd …
a species of large lemur, Lichanotus brevicaudatus, native to Madagascar
He really didn't give a hoot
But wondered if one day he’d shoot
The creature called a babacoote.
So soon to Madascar he
Went off to have a hunting spree,
As confident as he could be.
But there he got a great surprise,
A sight to greet his dying eyes—
The babacoote was in disguise:
Another hunter! With a gun!
A costume that prolonged his fun.
He shot the hunter. All was done.