Gators Have Smaller Heads
I have a flatter head said the gator, haughtily.
So what? The crock answered. “Let me see.”
But crock went home and pouted about it too.
His mother told him not to be so blue.
Gators have much smaller heads, she said.
Their brains are tiny, not easily fed.
But don’t tell him that. For you will hurt your friend.
So crock’s baby pouting promptly came to an end.
Mama Gator and Mama Crock got together.
They talked about their boys, their lives and the weather.
We can look at life in a different way,
But we will always be friends at the end of the day.
We can be better friends without all that bragging.
We can be better friends, without tongues that go wagging.
With rumors and gossip, we have nothing to gain.
So when tempted, remember you need to refrain.
Crocks and gators can be wonderful friends.
But they have to have kind feelings that never end.
They have to listen, and learn and be polite.
So they can go home happy at the end of each night.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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