Agent Weasel

Farewell little weasel, it's sad you're deceased
When you clearly excelled at your role.
A clever, intuitave, cunning wee beast,
With a penchant for finding a hole.

Your mission was clear, and you tasted success;
you'll go down in history, I'd say,
But will anyone know, as they clear up the mess,
You were trained by the great CIA?

There never was nothing.