Mister Nuts

Mr. Nuts Mr. Nuts made an impression one day As he scampered to the feeders to play. Mr. Nuts stood at attention and looked, Watched me while I read my book. Confident, tame he could afford to be, For I was no danger to him or me. I picked a crust of this morning’s bread, Held it in my fingers to his head. Never but what I thought he’d run away, Tho he wanted that bread determined to stay. He pinched my fingers between his own, As if I were the nut he intended to own. He nibbled the bread, I had a happy tear, Felt like St. Francis, never did fear To make friends with Mr. Nuts.