The Last Acorn
The little acorn
Fell from a tree
He got up and
Called out for
His mom and dad
He looks high
And for anyone but,
He gets so emotional
That he breaks down
And tears begin
To stream down his face
He believes that he’s
The last of his kind left
In the forest until
He stumbles across
One sleeping in the bushes
Who awakens and takes
The little acorn with him
Into a secluded forest
Where hundreds of acorns
Were playing around and
Having fun!
APRIL 14, 2020
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