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 It looked at me, as though it had something to say. I watched it as it fluttered round about, Working very hard, trying to pull a worm out. I guess, it was to be his mid-day lunch, I bit into my apple, crunch, crunch, crunch. A squirrle came down from a nearby tree, I took a look at him; he took a look at me. He dug down until he found a ripe nut, That he had buried in a little earthy rut. I guess it was to be his mid-day lunch, I chewed potato chips, crunch, crunch, crunch. A fellow walked by, tall, and lean, and lank, He sat down beside me on the old, park bench plank. He smiled down at me, and gave me a wink, With a knowing look that almost made my heart sink. I guess I was to be his mid-day lunch, I hit him with my bag, crunch, crunch, crunch. ©2000 Candalee Swayze |
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