Mark Crouch
O the Squirrels they’ve come
Such a large hungry bunch
And they don’t seem to know that it’s
Way before lunch.
Every one’s set about
Eating all that’s in sight
Must have worked up a powerful hunger
Last night.
So they’ll battle the Coons
And the birds, and the Crows
And they’ll battle each other
Or ‘least I suppose.
And they’ll battle the Chipmunks
Who nip at their heels
It’s the sunflower seeds
They like best for their meals.
Then the Rabbits must see
What the fuss is about
While the Blue jays in their own way
Babble and shout.
And a Wren even pecks
At the old Squirrel’s head
For coming around
Messing up her warm bed.
And I had to chase off
The old neighborhood cat
Before the old Coon and she
Had a big spat.
But that’s just how it is
On a Saturday ‘morn
When the Squirrels eat sunflower seeds
Mixed with corn.
It’s a Saturday feast
That comes ’round once a week
When to animal’s lives
God gives me just a peek.
Written 6/7/14
