Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known Sat in his villa on his golden throne He was a marvel a maverick a real joker A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker Our boy 'the killa'. Never mediocre, always bodacious With girls he was, I say, flirtatious Feeling alive never monotonous so audacious Fur so soft they cried "goodness gracious". That a boy the killa. He put his looks to use Cringey styles gave him abuse On the catwalk flawless a real Zeus Shuffling on four feet he did enthuse The little bugger was let loose Our furry friend the killa! He did play hardball he made a racquet His fame put him in a new tax bracket Shops now selling his slick leather jackets The naysayers who said he won't hack it Killa's chirping like a feathery blue tit Our dear old friend the Killa! If there's something the Killa can teach us To profit in this world you gotta have guts Analyze that minus and change it to a plus He made no fuss he never cussed Call him a wus he will go nuts He's one of us, the Killa!