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Poem - Shrews

posted Feb 3, 2012, 3:44 PM by Tibba Stoutfoot   [ updated Feb 3, 2012, 3:46 PM ]
by Simbo Rumblebelly.

So tell me little Shrew
Just what is it you do?
You run about the garden
Just doing things that Shrews do?

Your numbers may be few
I count just one or two
So are you busy making
Some little baby Shrews?

As morning sun breaks through
Do you drink morning dew?
And spend your day just eating
And looking at the view?

But hawks and owls too
Are always hunting you
I guess they may be thinking
That Shrews are there to chew

I wonder who is who
And if you have names too
Are any Shrews called Bernard?
Or Stu or Pugh or Hugh?

So, do give me a clue
And tell me what you do
You life seems very secret
I ponder Shrews like you

But wait, I think it's true
I know just what you do
You just keep on doing
The things that Shrews all do