Crow and Squirrel
Squirrel has peanuts.
A pile of peanuts in their shell
to crack and nibble very well,
and twirl through paws
like a fat baton.
Crow sits atop a lamp pole,
very high and mighty in this place
to survey the lowly rat race
and perhaps, steal a bite.
Squirrel grabs a peanut,
racing away to stash this gold.
Down swoops crow dark and bold,
having seen the show.
Crow struts across the land,
chest stuck out and head up.
He (or is it a she?) grabs a shell
and flies away only to swell up in anger
that Squirrel had his fill
and left only the shell!
Crow caws with a raucous sound
having thrown the shell to the ground,
but not to be outdone,
he returns to steal another one.
Oh, hurry back Squirrel
before this thief takes them all
and your storehouse for the winter
will be much too small!
And so they live these two
just to play and eat,
but the laughter they bring to this Peanut Lady,
is really a special treat!
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