We did have visitors, that day...
Those walkers, lost sometime in May.
How nice to see their happy smiles
At finding us after trudging miles.
How sad that they would not remain…
D’you think it could have been the chain
We offered them to bind their legs
While they ate our pickled eggs?
It makes me smile when I recall
Their faces, as they scaled our wall.
Perhaps they will return next year
And taste again our spider beer.
We love our life, it’s full of wonder
At nature’s gifts from which we plunder
Things to help us, day to day.
We thank the Lord, each time we pray.
These butterflies, they look so cute
When sewn in patterns on my suit.
My cockroach necklace, made with care
And strung on best alpaca hair.
And you, my dear, a genius are
To build that most progressive car
Which runs on carbon-friendly fuel -
The excrement of our pet mule.