There once was a chipmunk that never would play,
He just ran to the feeder and chased the birdies away.
Then he’d open his mouth and he’d lower his chin,
And he’d begin in a hurry to stuff the seed in,
He’d grab millet and corn and thistle seed too,
Then chase off the gray dove that came in with a coo,
He didn’t care if that dove wanted to eat,
Or if the titmouse cried foul or the cardinal sang sweet.
The feeder was his, and he wouldn’t share.
He grabbed a sunflower here and that pumpkin seed there.
And you wouldn’t believe it, but I swear that it’s true,
With each seed that he took his face grew and it grew.
Until our greedy, little chipmunk was ready to pop,
And though he would have continued, his cheeks made him stop!
© S. Craig
He was so cute, I just couldn’t resist posting this!