All Gods Critters Are Welcome
All God’s critters got a place in the woods of Saint John
They dance and sing and get their jimble jamble back on.
We see it happening, and we laugh, for of them we are fond.
They are jiving and striving down south now, toward Unka’s pond.
Some are coming back. Here is raccoon, muskrat and beaver.
Opossums claim they have some weird kind of holiday fever.
The fox and badger are both sneaking around the old mill stump.
Here are cardinals and goldfinch, and a blue jay named Grump.
All God’s critters are welcome, we take in our own.
We don’t want anyone lost, lonely, sad or alone.
Please come see us if you are feeling purple or green.
We will cheer you up with your happiness sheen.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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